The show had just finished and Stephanie sighed in relief, everything that could go wrong today had gone wrong. The show was five minutes late in starting, the pyro's had gone off at the wrong time, nearly injuring a backstage worker. RVD's music had cut out when he was only halfway to the ring, Rey Mysterio had done one of his high flying moves off of the top rope and landed awkwardly and now he was going to be out with an injury for at least a month or two and to top it off she hadn't seen Chris throughout the entire show. She had been too busy to even watch his match, all due to the stupid paperwork her father had given her at the last moment.
Getting out of her chair and standing up, she stretched and her bones cracked due to the position she had been sitting in. Walking over to the sofa in her office she picked up her coat she had flung over it when she entered her office and put it on.
"You look worn out Princess," a voice from behind her said, already knowing who the voice belonged to, it brought a tired smile to her face. "Is there anything I could do to help you with that?" he finished charmingly.
Turing round, Stephanie smiled over at him and then walked to him stopping a few feet from him. "Well, that depends," she told him coyly. "What do you have to offer?" Closing the last few feet between them, he pulled her into his arms where she relaxed almost immediately. "I'm sure I can think of something." He whispered to her, seconds before his lips were upon hers in a kiss that both left them breathless.
"Hey baby," he greeted her.
"Hey Chris," she greeted back. "I haven't seen you all night, how was your match?" She questioned.
"It was good, I won like there was ever any doubt," Chris told her boastfully.
"Remind me again why I got involved with an egotistical man again?" Stephanie asked jokingly.
"There's so many reasons that I can't list them all but I'll start with my unbelievable good looks, my amazing personality, my charming charisma and the fact that my nose isn't ten times bigger than my actual head. How's that for starters?" He asked her playfully.
"Oh those are all good reasons, great reasons. Especially the last one, I can actually kiss you without having to strain my neck, that was always a bitch to do let me tell you." She replied just as playfully. "Where's Christian and Trish?"
"They wanted to go out and party tonight. You know get all sweaty on the dance floor and then go back to their room and get even more sweaty." Chris told her.
"Yuck," Stephanie said as she made a face. "I feel sorry for whoever has the room next to them, they won't get one bit of sleep tonight." She finished off laughing slightly at the person's misfortune, and looked over at Chris. Noticing that he wasn't laughing with her, she put two and two together and got the right answer. "It's you huh?"
"Oh, it's me! It wouldn't be so bad if they weren't so loud, but for crying out loud they never shut up!" He told her.
"Aw poor baby, you can always come back to my hotel room for a little while, that is if you want?" She asked him.
"That would be great!" Chris told her with his trademark grin.
As Stephanie opened the door to her hotel room, she prayed to God that she hadn't left anything laying about that would embarrass her in front of Chris. Flicking on the lights that lit up the whole of the room, she smiled as she looked around and saw that almost everything was in its rightful place. Turning round she saw Chris closing the door and turning towards her.
"Welcome to my home away from home."
"It's bigger than mine, the perks of having the boss as a father huh?" He asked.
"You'd think huh?" She said. "Daddy doesn't pay for this, he makes me pay for it myself. He says if I'm going to be responsible for myself, then I have to pay for myself. Personally I think he's just trying to get his money back from when I was younger and spending it all. Not that it was my fault, he always did say take any credit card out of his wallet, I couldn't help taking the best one now could I?" She finished off innocently causing Chris to laugh at her.
"Certainly not Princess," he told her as they both walked further into the room, shedding their jackets and taking a seat on the hotel room sofa. "Do you think there's anything good on tv?" He asked.
"Oh you know the usual crap, ads, music videos, pointless television programs and porn." She answered him.
"Well, you sure know your tv," he told her with a laugh. "Want me to flick through to see if there's any good movies on?" Chris asked questionably.
"Sure," Stephanie told him as she stood up. "Do you want anything to eat?"
"I'll have whatever you're having," he said his eyes still on the tv as Stephanie walked into the kitchen.
Five minutes later, Stephanie walked out of the kitchen with two bowls and sodas, noticing Chris had settled on a movie, what it was she didn't know. He looked up as he heard her coming in he lifted his legs off of the coffee table in front of him and placing them on the floor to let her by and then went back to his previous position.
"What have we got?"
"Ice cream and sodas," she told him with a grin. "What are we watching?" She asked as she looked at the television and saw a hook from a mans hand go through a mans throat, which caused her to cringe in disgust.
"Candyman 2," he said with a deep chuckle as he saw her reaction. "Sequels aren't usually as good as the original, with the exception of The Godfather and this. You don't mind watching it do you? It's just that all the other movies were rubbish." Chris asked.
"No, it's fine, we can watch it." Stephanie told him.
So they sat there watching the movie, eating their ice cream and drinking their soda with Stephanie yelping at particularly gruesome scenes and wondering at the stupidity of the characters on screen as they as they repeated Candyman five times in the mirror, which then caused her to laugh at their shocked faces as he appeared on screen and then yelp again as his hook went through them and killed them violently.
"Well, that was grotesque, you sure know how to pick a movie Chris," she told him as the credits rolled.
"Well, I had a plan, which did not work out," he told her.
"A plan? What plan?" Stephanie asked curiously.
"Girls aren't meant to like films like that, you were meant to cuddle up to me and hide from the gory scenes," he told her, embarrassed, causing her to laugh.
"I'll file that away for future reference. When watching a scary film with Chris, hide in his arms so he can be manly!" She told him lightly.
"Babe I am manly, the manliest there ever was!" he told her smugly.
"Oh get off it Jericho! Tell me are you educated in asshole-ism or is it just an art?"
"Asshole-ism? Is that even a word?" Chris asked.
"Yeah, it is and underneath is a picture of you!" She told him jokingly.
"Wow, I'm more famous than I thought!" he said in awe.
"Yeah in your head," she said cheekily.
"There's no winning with you is there?" He asked.
"Nope." Stephanie answered simply.
"I thought not."
Their whole night ended up watching old comedies, and pigging out with popcorn and chips and even more soda. They even muted the television and put on fake accents, British, German and French, taking on the character on screen, causing them to have fits of laughter. In between making fun of the pigging out and making fun of the tv characters, they both made out various times acting like the high school kids they once were. Halfway through a movie about 1:30 in the morning te room was silent only the people on the television were heard, they had both fallen asleep and were snuggled up to each other, reaching out for the other in their dreams.
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Getting out of her chair and standing up, she stretched and her bones cracked due to the position she had been sitting in. Walking over to the sofa in her office she picked up her coat she had flung over it when she entered her office and put it on.
"You look worn out Princess," a voice from behind her said, already knowing who the voice belonged to, it brought a tired smile to her face. "Is there anything I could do to help you with that?" he finished charmingly.
Turing round, Stephanie smiled over at him and then walked to him stopping a few feet from him. "Well, that depends," she told him coyly. "What do you have to offer?" Closing the last few feet between them, he pulled her into his arms where she relaxed almost immediately. "I'm sure I can think of something." He whispered to her, seconds before his lips were upon hers in a kiss that both left them breathless.
"Hey baby," he greeted her.
"Hey Chris," she greeted back. "I haven't seen you all night, how was your match?" She questioned.
"It was good, I won like there was ever any doubt," Chris told her boastfully.
"Remind me again why I got involved with an egotistical man again?" Stephanie asked jokingly.
"There's so many reasons that I can't list them all but I'll start with my unbelievable good looks, my amazing personality, my charming charisma and the fact that my nose isn't ten times bigger than my actual head. How's that for starters?" He asked her playfully.
"Oh those are all good reasons, great reasons. Especially the last one, I can actually kiss you without having to strain my neck, that was always a bitch to do let me tell you." She replied just as playfully. "Where's Christian and Trish?"
"They wanted to go out and party tonight. You know get all sweaty on the dance floor and then go back to their room and get even more sweaty." Chris told her.
"Yuck," Stephanie said as she made a face. "I feel sorry for whoever has the room next to them, they won't get one bit of sleep tonight." She finished off laughing slightly at the person's misfortune, and looked over at Chris. Noticing that he wasn't laughing with her, she put two and two together and got the right answer. "It's you huh?"
"Oh, it's me! It wouldn't be so bad if they weren't so loud, but for crying out loud they never shut up!" He told her.
"Aw poor baby, you can always come back to my hotel room for a little while, that is if you want?" She asked him.
"That would be great!" Chris told her with his trademark grin.
As Stephanie opened the door to her hotel room, she prayed to God that she hadn't left anything laying about that would embarrass her in front of Chris. Flicking on the lights that lit up the whole of the room, she smiled as she looked around and saw that almost everything was in its rightful place. Turning round she saw Chris closing the door and turning towards her.
"Welcome to my home away from home."
"It's bigger than mine, the perks of having the boss as a father huh?" He asked.
"You'd think huh?" She said. "Daddy doesn't pay for this, he makes me pay for it myself. He says if I'm going to be responsible for myself, then I have to pay for myself. Personally I think he's just trying to get his money back from when I was younger and spending it all. Not that it was my fault, he always did say take any credit card out of his wallet, I couldn't help taking the best one now could I?" She finished off innocently causing Chris to laugh at her.
"Certainly not Princess," he told her as they both walked further into the room, shedding their jackets and taking a seat on the hotel room sofa. "Do you think there's anything good on tv?" He asked.
"Oh you know the usual crap, ads, music videos, pointless television programs and porn." She answered him.
"Well, you sure know your tv," he told her with a laugh. "Want me to flick through to see if there's any good movies on?" Chris asked questionably.
"Sure," Stephanie told him as she stood up. "Do you want anything to eat?"
"I'll have whatever you're having," he said his eyes still on the tv as Stephanie walked into the kitchen.
Five minutes later, Stephanie walked out of the kitchen with two bowls and sodas, noticing Chris had settled on a movie, what it was she didn't know. He looked up as he heard her coming in he lifted his legs off of the coffee table in front of him and placing them on the floor to let her by and then went back to his previous position.
"What have we got?"
"Ice cream and sodas," she told him with a grin. "What are we watching?" She asked as she looked at the television and saw a hook from a mans hand go through a mans throat, which caused her to cringe in disgust.
"Candyman 2," he said with a deep chuckle as he saw her reaction. "Sequels aren't usually as good as the original, with the exception of The Godfather and this. You don't mind watching it do you? It's just that all the other movies were rubbish." Chris asked.
"No, it's fine, we can watch it." Stephanie told him.
So they sat there watching the movie, eating their ice cream and drinking their soda with Stephanie yelping at particularly gruesome scenes and wondering at the stupidity of the characters on screen as they as they repeated Candyman five times in the mirror, which then caused her to laugh at their shocked faces as he appeared on screen and then yelp again as his hook went through them and killed them violently.
"Well, that was grotesque, you sure know how to pick a movie Chris," she told him as the credits rolled.
"Well, I had a plan, which did not work out," he told her.
"A plan? What plan?" Stephanie asked curiously.
"Girls aren't meant to like films like that, you were meant to cuddle up to me and hide from the gory scenes," he told her, embarrassed, causing her to laugh.
"I'll file that away for future reference. When watching a scary film with Chris, hide in his arms so he can be manly!" She told him lightly.
"Babe I am manly, the manliest there ever was!" he told her smugly.
"Oh get off it Jericho! Tell me are you educated in asshole-ism or is it just an art?"
"Asshole-ism? Is that even a word?" Chris asked.
"Yeah, it is and underneath is a picture of you!" She told him jokingly.
"Wow, I'm more famous than I thought!" he said in awe.
"Yeah in your head," she said cheekily.
"There's no winning with you is there?" He asked.
"Nope." Stephanie answered simply.
"I thought not."
Their whole night ended up watching old comedies, and pigging out with popcorn and chips and even more soda. They even muted the television and put on fake accents, British, German and French, taking on the character on screen, causing them to have fits of laughter. In between making fun of the pigging out and making fun of the tv characters, they both made out various times acting like the high school kids they once were. Halfway through a movie about 1:30 in the morning te room was silent only the people on the television were heard, they had both fallen asleep and were snuggled up to each other, reaching out for the other in their dreams.
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