A/N: I haven't watched wrestling in a very long time, because I just haven't had the time or the interest. But, I do enjoy the idea of Stephanie and Chris, and I do enjoy fan fiction. So here is my story. It takes place a long time ago, Steph and Triple H are married, and Christ and Steph are in their hate mood, lol

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She stood before him sheer white lingerie, her curves being almost too much for him to handle. Her auburn curls fell around her face, begging him to run his hand through them. Her lips played a sincere smile of happiness and excitement, and her chocolate brown eyes played a twinkle that he had never seen before.

She walked up to his bed slowly. His bed. The one he was currently in. This felt like a dream. He almost couldn't believe it.

He felt like her smile lit up the room. She slowly climbed onto the bed, and on top of him until her face was an inch away from his. "You don't know how long I have waited, dreaming of this moment…" He whispered lifting his hand to play with one of her soft curls.

"I think I love you." Stephanie whispered leaning in giving in to her temptations. She kissed him, and he felt like he was tasting heaven. His lips slightly parted, aching for more of her. Nothing mattered as long as this moment was forever. Nothing mattered as long as there were millions of moments to come that held as much anticipation, excitement, and passion as this one.

She slowly backed away, ending the moment. Her taste still playing on his lips. "I love you so much." He whispered before he leaned in kissing her, running his hand through her hair, and down her back.

She pulled away again, unbuttoning his shirt. Running her hands down his chest. He pulled her closer. He could feel her soft skin rubbing on his thighs.

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Chris Jericho's eyes burst open before, "AHHHHH!!!!" he screamed at the top of his lungs.

He ran through his giant house running to the bathroom, turning on the shower, and running the cold water through his mouth and all over his sweaty skin.

His pajamas were getting wet in the process and he was making a mess all over his bathroom floor. He didn't care. He felt like she was all over him, and he had to get it out. Finally he turned the water off and grabbed a towel. Drying his face off he couldn't believe what he had just seen in his dream. "Talk about a nightmare…" he stated before walking to his kitchen.

He made a mental note that if another dream such as this one comes up he is going to have to quit sleeping altogether and live off of coffee.

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Chris walked into the stadium prepared for another days work in the wresting ring. "Whoa dude. Didn't get enough sleep?" Edge said noticing the giant bags under Chris' eyes.

"Nightmare," Chris simply stated before continuing on to his locker room, which he had hoped was right next to the coffee room.

Just his luck, before even making it to his room, he ran into the Princess herself. "Chris…" She said, smiling. She knew his lack of sleep was going to give her tons of reasons to mock him today. "Busy night huh? I am sure that the boys are missing you now. After all you are their best fudge packer."

His eyes merely widened at the sight of her. He didn't know what to do. After a dream like that, all he could think about was her in that sheer lingerie. He stammered. "I uh… have to go." He said walked the other way, faster than he even realized.

Stephanie watched him leave with a questionable look. "He must be really sleep deprived if he is just going to walk away from me." She noted how much fun she could have with this.

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Chris nodded off as soon as he sat down in his room.

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She smiled, this time in her kitchen wearing nothing. She was sitting on his counter, with the same smile of excitement and joy, because she knew what was to come.

"Chris…" she said, almost moaning his name. He stepped foreword running his hands up her thighs.

She wrapped her legs around his muscular waist, pulling him closer. "Is this going to happen every night?" he whispered begging her to say yes.

"As long as you are sleeping. Every night." She said. She leaned in and nibbled on his bottom lip. He engulfed her in another kiss, satisfying his hunger for passion.

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Chris woke up yet again in a sweat. He looked around the room, this time stifling his screams of horror. He was still in his locker room, he looked at the television seeing that the show had already started and there she was again, with her husband.

He was confused. He looked at her now and he was enraged with hatred, yet at the same time he was so hungry for her touch he almost couldn't stand it. How was he supposed to work like this? With her everywhere around him? He couldn't get her out of his mind, and they bickered every day. He couldn't just change or else she would know something was up. He had to find out how to get rid of his erotic dreams. They warned him that they would be happening every time he feel asleep. Every night.

He saw her kiss her husband, almost like she was mocking him and his dreams. Though he knew that was impossible, she knew nothing of his dreams. He watched them, in a mixture of anger and disgust.

These dreams had to stop. And soon.

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Stephanie walked back in her locker room, hand in hand with her husband. "We are going to rule this business." She said with a smile.

Triple H put his forehead to hers. "And when we do?" He inquired.

"We are going to have every belt in the business. Every wrestler at our disposal. And you and I will live happily ever after." She said, proud of herself. It would be no time before her father gave the company to her and her husband, or they took it by force.

At least that was her plan. This was heaven to her. Nothing would get in her way now.