Title: Anyone But Me

Chapter 7

Author: Kora

E-mail: or

Rating: R, someday I promise to try and write something with a more tame rating.

Disclaimer: The following characters belong to WWE and all the people and companies who deal with all that legal stuff. I am simply using the characters for my own twisted enjoyment.

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Chris Jericho's eyes opened slowly and he sighed, swallowing. A soft warm length covered one side of his body, its weight better than any blanket. He looked down to see the tousled brown curls of Molly's hair and smiled lazily.

His fingers played along her scalp as he remembered the passion of last night. He'd slept with several women in his day - but none had been like last night. He'd been bowled over by Molly, by all that curiosity and passion.

He could remember slumping into her arms afterwards, sweating and blissful and her hands still managing to run along his quivering back, her voice in his ear just chanting his name over and over again.

And she had been calling him Chris…

His name had never sounded so good.

He was determined now that she must call him Chris forever. He frowned at that realization. After what had happened last night, what were they exactly? Were they still enemies? Rivals? Acquaintances? Friends? Or were they a…couple?

They hadn't even really dated or gone through any sort of courtship but now here they were in bed together. Chris wasn't quite sure exactly how he felt about Molly. He didn't hate her, that was for sure. But he knew she would never stop having the power to raise his ire. She just had such an attitude sometimes, said things a certain way…

That was probably how she felt about him.

But he also had begun to enjoy her company; her laughter, her kisses…and what they had done last night in bed had been mind blowing. They had shared so much with one another and now he didn't know where they would go.

He found himself just staring at her, thinking all these things and suddenly he felt like he knew where he wanted to go. It scared him slightly, because he'd never felt so sure of himself, such clarity.

But once Chris Jericho made up his mind to do something - he did it. And once he made up his mind about something he wanted - he got it.

He kissed the top of her head and slowly peeled himself away from her, rising from bed to change into his clothes. The air still held a slightly crisp chill and it felt good to be in a pair of jeans and a loose cotton shirt, his socks pulled on and warming his toes.

He heard a sleepy murmur and sat on the bed, watching as Molly roused awake. She blinked several times, the sheets wrapped around her naked form, dark eyes glazed. She licked her lips and looked at Jericho, a grin lighting up her face, "Mornin'."

He smiled back slowly, "Morning. You sleep well?"

"Mmm," her grin turned into a smile as she showed a row of her perfect white teeth. She stretched in the bed and sighed, content, "Yeah. Kinda sore."

"Most girls are after…the first time." He whispered, looking down at his hands, trying to think of how to broach the subject of what he'd been thinking of since he'd awoken.

Apparently, unlike himself, Molly was not struck by foreboding upon awakening. Instead she tossed aside the sheets, now unashamed of her nakedness as she found her nightie from the previous night and slipped it on, shivering, "Ooo - it's cold this morning, isn't it?! I'm going to go get dressed."

She quickly exited the room, leaving Jericho wide eyed, his mouth moving silently. He'd just been ready to speak to her, to start a rather telling conversation and she had skipped out, perky as ever. Just as she had been when they had first arrived. What was she playing at?

Shaking his head, he rubbed at the back of his neck and descended down the stairs to the kitchen. He didn't feel much like eating but started the coffee, in the mood for a good cup. His body felt indescribably light and he knew it was thanks to last night. It had been much to long since he'd been with a woman and last night was what the doctor had ordered.

But it had been more than some tumble in the hay to him. He knew it had to be that way for Molly too and that needed to be addressed.

He got his second chance as Molly entered the kitchen fully dressed. She wore a pretty lilac sweater and long, swishy black skirt. She still had a warm smile on her face as she spied him making coffee, "Good thinking. I'll make us something to eat if you'd like. I don't know about you, but I'm in the mood for a cheese omelet."

"Molly," Jericho cleared his throat, folding his arms as he leaned back against the kitchen counters, "I think we should talk about last night."

Molly began to pull ingredients for her omelet out of the fridge, shrugging her shoulders nonchalantly, "What's there to talk about."

"Molly, it was your first time…."

She snorted, "Uh, yeah. I kinda know that."

Jericho felt a stab of frustration, "Well I mean - how do you feel about that?!"

Molly looked at him, blinking, "I feel like it was good. Great! As far as first times go, it was just fantastic. I mean, yeah, I'm sore this morning but like you said, everyone's that way the first time. I've even heard that before. I also heard the first time was just wretched but mine was surprisingly good. Like I said, great, fantastic. I'd totally have sex again sometime. Maybe not anytime soon, but-"

"Jesus, Molly!" Jericho cursed and tugged at his hair.

Molly had begun to throw the ingredients together in a bowl, mixing it, and looked at Jericho strangely, "What?"

"I mean, Molly, Jesus! You know what I mean when I asked you-"

"Well gee, Chris, what do you want me to do?!" She burst out, skin scarlet as she fished out a skillet and placed it on the stove with a loud clang, clicking on the heat, "You want me to cry?! You want me to be mad at you?! You want me to regret it?! Well I'm sorry, I don't. I told you last night I knew what I was doing and I did. I knew the consequences and I took them. I don't regret last night., It was…amazing. One of the best moments in my entire life and I would never take it back, never forget it. But I also told you I'd hold you to no obligation-"

"You also said you thought you might be falling in love with me!" He bit out sharply.

Molly looked startled, as if he'd struck her and then she looked away from him, eyes glazed, "Oh, huh, yeah. I did, didn't I?"

She shook her head and blinked a few times to push away tears, taking in a deep breath, "Yes, I did say that. But I told you I wouldn't hold you responsible and I don't. I don't expect anything from you, Chris. You don't have to give me anything."

"Look, what I want to know," he whispered, reaching out and taking hold of her wrist, pulling her close to him, "What I really want to know, is if you meant it."

"Meant what?" she gasped in a pleading tone, not wanting to answer the inevitable question.

"Did you mean it when you said you thought you were falling in love with me?"

"Chris…"

"God, have I told you how much I like it when you say my name? Do you know how much power you have over me when you say it? No matter how you say it? No matter what tone of voice you use I always feel…"

"Chris, don't do this."

"Why not?" he asked, his hands gently cupping her face, directing her eyes up to his.

The glaze of tears were still there as she shook her head again and began to pull away, "You know why. This won't work. We're too different and - and like you said, you don't even know me. We get mad at each other all the time, we practically hate each other…maybe all we've had thus far is lust."

A dry, thin laugh bubbled out of her as she pulled away fully, turning her attention back to her omelet mix. She poured some of it on the heated skillet, glad for the distraction, "Lust. Something I've fought and avoided for all this time and last night…"

He came up behind her, hands resting on her arms, drawing her away from her cooking, his breath hot against her hair, "Last night wasn't lust and you know it. You asked me to make love to you last night, Molly. And I did…I loved you."

"Yes. Last night you did. But this morning…"

"This morning," he confessed, "I wondered what I was going to do about you. I thought about acting the way you did earlier, like nothing ever happened, but somehow I knew I just couldn't do it. Molly, we do fight and sometimes you make me mad, but you also make me think and drive me crazy and just…I've never met anyone like you. Since this whole thing started, I kept thinking why couldn't it have been Trish or Stacy or some other agreeable blonde but now I know so much better - those girls are pretty, empty window dressing while you, you're whole and full and beautiful…"

He gripped her arms more tightly, pressing his face into her hair, "I'm no good with words, Molly. All I know is that you have this way of getting inside me like no one else. Whether its getting inside by making me angry or getting inside by making me care you just...you have this way and I - I don't want it to go away, I don't want you to go away."

"Anyone but me," she mumbled, "Anyone but me, please Chris, you don't want this. Not really. I'm difficult and messy and…"

Thick tears rolled out of her eyes, her voice breaking, "You just think you want this. After last night…you just think you should…"

He turned her around to face him, his fingers brushing away her tears, "Stop that. Don't cry, ever, please. I feel shitty when you do."

She couldn't stop another laugh, "Chris, your language…"

"I have a dirty mouth. You know that. See? You do know me…even if just a little."

"Chris…"

"I felt terrible when I made you cry that first time, when we were coming here and I called you all those terrible things. I tried to bury it, push it off in my anger but I did feel bad. When you cried last night I was devastated because I wanted it to be good for you-"

"It was."

"I know. See? I know you a little too - and one thing I know about you, the most important thing, is that when this all began you heard me say anyone but you, I said it because I was afraid of what you could get out of me, how you break my walls down. You know about Steph, one of the secrets I kept close to the vest. I cared about her, even loved her and I said you couldn't compare to her. I was lying, because what I feel for you is more than I ever felt for her. And unlike her, you're strong, you're perfect, you're what I've always wanted and now I know I don't want anyone but you, Molly."

"Chris…"

"Molly, I think…I think I love you. And I think you love me. And I think," he frowned, sniffing at the air, "I think your omelet is burning…"

"I don't care, kiss me, just - just kiss me." She cried and threw her arms around his neck, kissing him.

He buried his hands in her hair, kissing her back. They didn't stop kissing one another until the omelet's burning smoke began to turn dark gray. Molly pulled away, smiling and laughing as she tried to control the terror in the kitchen she'd created, turning off the burner and easing the skillet off the stove, taking it to the front door.

Jericho laughed and noticed his coffee was ready, pouring himself and Molly a cup as he remarked dryly, "We still have the problem of your bad cooking though…"

The front door open and closed loudly, when Molly returned a now empty skillet in hand. She scowled and placed the skillet in the sink, "What's wrong with my cooking?"

"Uh oh," he sipped at his coffee and then set it down, walking over to her, "Trouble all ready," he chuckled, kissing her quickly, "What's our fledgling relationship to do?"

"Chris…were you…are you really serious about-"

"Serious as your smoking omelet. You tossed it outside?"

She nodded and he laughed again, his hand caressing his cheek, "You're a funny girl. I like that."

She beamed, "I like a lot things about you too…surprisingly."

"Oh yeaaaah?" He asked, puffing out his chest, "How can you not like the Ayatollah of Rock'n Rolla!!"

She pressed a hand to her face and groaned dramatically, "Oh god! What have I gotten myself into?"

He snarled at her and then in a flash he bent and folded her over his shoulder, much to her surprised squeals. She began to struggle but weakly, laughing too much to do any real damage, "Chris! Chris, what are you doing?!"

"Me, Chris - you, Molly!" he said haughtily as he carried her fireman style to the stairs.

Molly kept giggling but whined his name again in wonder and he patted her behind, remarking smartly, "I don't know about you, but I'm in the mood for spending the whole day in bed. How about you?"

Molly didn't fight him anymore in answer and let herself be carried the rest of the way in a very docile manner.

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"When does the bus come back for us?" Molly breathed out as she stretched, laying over Jericho's chest lazily.

His eyelids were droopy and he felt completely worn out, still panting a little, "Hmm? Oh…I dunno. Why? Wondering how much more time we have to..."

"Mmm. Actually, you know, I just thought - well, remembered actually - those cameras…"

Jericho felt his eyes bug out as he slapped a hand to his forehead and cursed, "The cameras! Dammit! They're everywhere! Jesus, Bischoff's probably got us on tape…you know…cementing our relationship."

"My first time on film for all to see," she drawled and laughed thickly, rubbing her face into his chest, "Well I've just been thinking...I don't know if you still have feelings for Steph at all-"

"Trust me, I don't." Jericho hissed, seething for a moment, his grip tightening on Molly, "Besides, I've got something much better right here."

Molly grinned as evilly as a cat when it ate a canary, very pleased, "Well I was just thinking if you wanted revenge on her - and since we still wanted to get back at Bischoff…"

Jericho felt an eyebrow raise in interest, "I'm listening…"

Molly crawled up to his ear and whispered into it. When she finished Jericho was smiling as broadly as her. He rolled her beneath him again, his lips searching hers out, "God, I love the way you think…so vicious….so hot…sucha turn on."

They kissed passionately.

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Eric Bischoff's music hit the airwaves at the beginning of RAW as he strutted his way out to the ring. He looked exceedingly pleased with himself as he went between the ropes and stood before a howling audience, "Hello Washington D.C.! Welcome to another exciting addition of WWE's RAW! Now, as I'm sure you loyal fans know, the ones here and the ones watching at home, last week I suspended Chris Jericho and Molly Holly."

This was met with a mixed reaction but Bischoff only waved it away, still blowing proud, hot air into the microphone he gripped tightly, "But I didn't just suspend them, I made them spend the entire bulk of their time off together, in a discreet cabin location they could not leave, in the company of several F-View cameras that taped them the entire time."

"Now ladies and gentlemen," he chuckled haughtily, "I got some pretty good footage on all those rolls of tape, but I cut it down to some choice, perfectly select moments. But before I view it to you, how about we call out our two 'lovebirds'…"

Jericho's music hit and he charged out to the ring, followed by Molly and her music. Both looked at one another, faces masks of anger. They stood far apart form one another, looking everywhere but each other. Bischoff merely laughed into the microphone.

"Oh come on now, you two. What's wrong? Why the long faces? From what I saw on the cameras, you two had a good time…a very, good time."

The audience began to howl and hoot lewdly as Jericho and Molly both fidgeted on their feet, glaring madly at one another and then on Bischoff, though trepidation was obviously hidden beneath the angry masks.

"In fact," Bischoff taunted, "You had such a good time, I've decided now's the time to show the audience. Shall we go to the tape?"

Bischoff waved to the Titantron and it clicked on to show both Jericho and Molly smiling smugly. Bischoff looked confused, as the large images on screen spoke.

"Hey Bischoff, this is Y2J-"

"And Molly Holly-"

"We're here to tell you that, well, we didn't really appreciate being taped by you."

"Yeah, you sort of humiliated us by peeking into our private lives. You know, something that was none of your business."

"So we managed to sneak into your office."

"Lot of hard work on our part, trust us."

"And we destroyed the tape you planned to use tonight."

Bischoff had the microphone away form his mouth as he began to curse and gesture wildly at the screen and at Molly and Jericho who had their arms crossed and were now grinning widely, nodding in unison.

The big screen Jericho continued, "So instead of the feature film you were going to give the audience tonight, instead of what they, and you, expected, we're going to show you this short film instead."

The big screen Molly grinned, "It's entitled-"

The two big screened images looked at each other and then at the camera as they said simultaneously, "How I Made Out With My Boss' Daughter! Enjoy!"

The screen then clicked to Halloween and Bischoff laying Stephanie out over her desk, kissing her passionately as she at first struggled, then succumbed, moaning in pleasure. A terribly tacky song played over top the video feed, something akin to porno music as the scene played over and over again in a continuous loop.

Bischoff began to throw a hissy fit in the ring, jumping up and down, tossing his microphone aside and cursing as he pointed furiously at both Jericho and Molly.

The two of them were laughing and Jericho swooped down to pick up the microphone Bischoff had dropped, speaking into it smugly, "We really should thank you though, Eric. You see, without you and that time you gave us off, we would have never really cleared some things up…"

Jericho held his hand out and Molly took it. She twirled herself gracefully into his grip, as if dancing and their lips met. They kissed much to the joy of the audience, which, while always known for having booed them both, now burst into happy applause and hollers of encouragement.

They drew their lips apart allowing Jericho to say into the microphone, "Oh yeah, in case you can't tell, ass clown, we're going to make your life and the life of anyone who messes with us, a living hell. The era of Y2Holly begins NOW."

He tossed down the microphone and went to the ropes, easing them open so Molly could exit. Then he leapt over the ropes and took her hand, leading her up the ramp. They looked back at Bischoff, who still stood seething in the ring, the video still playing on its continuos loop on the big screen.

Jericho and Molly laughed, then kissed each other once more much to the delight of the audience as they exited.

Fin