Title: Deep Passions
Author: Tay
Email: da1redgem@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone.
Distribution: Sure but just let me know. ;)
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Nothing specific. Just takes place at a random point in time.
Summary: Everyone has deep passions, but can any of those passions be strong enough to lead to murder? Pairing: Lita/Jeff
Content warning: Nothing too bad in this chapter.
Two Years Earlier …
"You know Trish, I still can't believe I'm married." Lita stated, sitting on the couch, twirling the sparkling diamond ring on her left ring finger.
Trish, who stood in the mirror, fixing her hair, turned around to face Lita, rolling her eyes, then went back to her hair. She was getting ready for her date with Chris Jericho. They'd been dating for a few months and were already becoming more serious. "You know what I can't believe? That you're married to Jeff." Trish made a fake sound of disgust, laughing when she felt a pillow hit her in the back of the head. "Hey! Watch the hair!"
Lita giggled to herself. "Well, I can't believe that you go out with Chris Jericho." After a few moments of laughter, Lita's tone changed completely to a more serious one. "But seriously, this is so crazy. I would never have imagined being married. Don't get me wrong. I mean that in a good way."
Trish put her comb down, turning around to look at Lita. She stared at her for a moment, as though contemplating whether it was okay to make her next move or not, before coming over to sit next to her on the couch. "Is it really that good being married?"
The look Lita gave her was one of true love. This was the starry-eyed look if Trish had ever seen it. "I think it's just the fact that I get to be with Jeff forever. I get to spend my life with him. And he makes me so happy. I know I've only been married to him for three weeks but it seems like I couldn't be any happier."
Trish nodded and patted Lita's leg. "Good. As long as you're happy." Her eyes trailed off along the room, a far-off look on her face.
"I think someone's thinking about Chris. And I think someone asked me about marriage for a reason." Lita raised her eyebrows, questioning the little blonde. She knew how Trish felt about Chris. He made her get all bubbly and shy. It had to be the cutest thing she'd ever seen.
Trish sucked her teeth, jumping up from the couch. "Whatever."
The door burst open and Jeff came through yelling, making Lita jump and Trish shriek.
"You're such an idiot!" Lita yelled at Jeff, as she approached him.
"I'm an idiot for you of course." Lita blushed, ducking her head. Jeff loved doing that to her. "How's my wife today?" he asked, wrapping his arms around her waist. She placed her hands against his chest, staring into his emerald green eyes.
"I missed you. How's my husband?"
"Miserable, of course. I missed you today. I was stuck with Chris Jericho over there." He nodded his head toward Chris, who'd made his way toward Trish. He gave Jeff the middle finger in reply.
Lita laughed. She brought her lips to Jeff's ears. She brushed them lightly on his earlobe, making him shiver. "I'll make up for that tonight if you want." she whispered in a sexy tone. The breaths coming from her mouth, making his ear shudder.
"Do you need to ask?"
Lita backed away from Jeff, giving him a very seductive look. "Trish, Chris, I'll talk to you later." She kept her eyes on Jeff as she left the room.
"Whoa. You guys, I think I have somewhere to be." Jeff rushed out the door, as Trish and Chris laughed.
Chris looked to Trish. "So … you look really good." He scanned his eyes along Trish's body. The sheer black dress she wore clung to her body perfectly, showing off all of her curves, chest, waist, thighs, everything. He caught himself staring, and brought his eyes back to those of Trish. "Are you ready to go?"
"Yea. But there's just one thing." Trish couldn't resist it anymore. She pressed herself flush against him, standing on tiptoes, gently taking his lips with hers. Just a sweet, soft kiss on the lips at first, nothing more. She just wanted to feel his lips, just taste them. She didn't want to go any further than just a simple touch on the lips.
Pulling back, she searched his eyes for a reaction. She was surprised to find this intense, yearning look. Maybe she could play on that. She smirked as he placed his fingers on his lips.
"What are you trying to do? Are you teasing me?" God, his pleading was so great. She was laughing on the inside but she was sure he knew that from the expression on his face.
Struting toward the door, rather seductively, she placed her hand on the doorknob and turned slowly to face him. "Let's just say that if someone is really good on our date tonight, they might get a little reward tonight." There it was, that sexy smile again, and she continued out the door.
Chris had no idea how this woman did this to him. Not one other girl could ever make him plead to be with them, could make him want them so badly. She was incredible. Every little thing she said or did would make him go insane. And that kiss. It wasn't nearly rough or anything like that. All she did was put her lips on his for a brief moment. But even now he couldn't handle himself. It wasn't that he really wanted to sleep with her. That wasn't it at all. There was just this crazy sensation that spiraled through him whenever she touched him.
My, my, my. He sure had changed. Chris Jericho a year ago wouldn't have imagined being settled down or feeling this way. This feeling … was it love? Was he really in love? In love with Trish Stratus?
He grinned, rushing out the door to catch up to Trish Stratus.
~*~*~
The door swung open, as the two bodies came crashing through. Jeff kicked the door shut with his foot, not wanting to take his hands off of Lita. He continued to kiss her fiercely, intensely.
He thought he'd be able to at least wait until they got in the room, but she kept giving him that look … that sexy, teasing look she'd been giving him since they left Trish's room. He stood there staring at her on the elevator as it went down … 6 … and she kept looking at him like that, not even flinching, blinking … 5 … it had to be the longest elevator ride of his life … 4 … just simply staring at her, the eye contact between them, too intense for words. Then one corner of her lips tweaked up into a sly smirk. She bit her bottom lip, pulling a hand through her fiery red hair.
Just as they'd finally reached 3, he grabbed her in his arms, assaulting her lips with his own. The couple made their way from the elevator to their room, not taking their lips off each other or letting go of one another, not at all concerned about whether people might walk by and see them.
Jeff pressed Lita against the door, struggling to get the keycard out of his pocket and into the door, without taking his face away from hers. He fumbled with the key, finally getting the door open, both bodies flying through the doorway.
Now here they were in the middle of the room. Both refusing to break contact with the other. Lita's hand slowly traveled up his arms, feeling the muscular, defined texture of his forearms and biceps. She let her hands travel up his neck, finding his hair. Her fingers weaving through his hair, twirling every strand around them. She pressed her body against him, wanting to feel every part of him. She had to have him at that moment. His hands all over her body. His lips exploring everywhere. Him inside of her. She wanted to have it all. That need and desire only intensified when he pulled her even closer, so that her leg was on his … and she could feel exactly what she was doing to him. Exactly how she was making him feel.
Jeff lifted Lita up off the ground somewhat. She quickly took the hint, wrapping her legs around his waist, hands still tangled in his hair, lips still glued to his, tongue still fighting his. He stumbled toward the bed, holding her tightly against him. He stopped kissing her momentarily as they fell onto the bed, bouncing back up from the impact. Impatiently, he crushed his lips against her again. The tasty sweetness of her lips was amazing
Without any more hesitation, he pulled his lips from hers and began to travel down, kissing and licking her neck. Her soft moans of pleasure caused him to smile against her neck. Suddenly an idea came to his head. He drug his mouth along her neck, tickling the skin, making her tremble until he reached his destination.
Her spot.
The area where her neck connected to her left shoulder. Firmly gripping her waist, he started to kiss and lick at the spot. Jeff teased the skin with his teeth as she began to squirm beneath him. He loved doing this to her. Getting her worked up with that area. It only turned him on even more. Nipping soon turned into sucking, as he pulled the skin between his teeth, licking it. Her body arched slightly into him, her hands clutching at his shirt on his back. She was moaning even louder than before and it made him feel in control. He sucked at her skin more, stopping only because he didn't want to leave a mark.
Bringing his face back up, he looked at her briefly. She was panting from his teasing, her eyes still closed. Eyes falling on her still red, swollen lips, he licked his lips, wanting to taste their sweetness again. Once again, his mouth crashed against hers causing her to emit a deep groan. His hands ran down her body, finding the top of her pants. His fingers fidgeted with the button, trying to get them off as fast as possible.
He was shocked as her hands came in contact with his chest and pushed him off her slightly. "No, wait." Lita brought her hand to her mouth, caressing her sore mouth. Jeff gnawed his bottom lip, sorry that he'd hurt her in his eagerness and force.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to … I was going too fast …" She shook her head, shushing him.
Running her hand along his cheek, she assured, "No, it's fine. I'm okay." She smiled so beautifully before continuing. "Let's go really slow. I want to experience every moment for what it's worth. I want you to make love to me like you've never done before." The look in her eyes told everything she was feeling. There was a particular glow in them, bright and beautiful, never fading.
"Even better than our wedding night?" Jeff remarked, raising his eyebrows in a questioning gesture.
Laughing, Lita replied, "Yes. Even better than that." She smirked at his doubtful expression.
"We'll see what we can do." With that, he slowly brought his face down to hers, making gentle contact with her lips. If she wanted to make love, then that's what they would do. If she wanted to go slow, he'd go slow for her. Anything she wanted, he was going to give her …
~*~*~
"I didn't think it was gonna be so crowded in here tonight. I'm sorry." Chris stated, fidgeting with his fork. He looked around again at all the people seated at their tables, the bustling waiters. The restaurant was packed and for some reason, it was making him even more nervous than he already was.
"I know Chris. You've already said that at least three different times in about three different ways." Trish smiled. He brought his eyes back to her, silently scolding himself for acting like such an idiot. He couldn't ruin this. Tonight had to be perfect.
He needed to do something to get his mind off his nervousness. Talk about something. Yea, that's what they should do. But what? What could they talk about? There had to be something, considering they'd been almost completely silent for the five minutes they'd been there. He needed to get it together. He couldn't ruin this. He needed to be himself. Be Chris. Be Chris.
"So are those real?" Chris asked, staring at the pink carnations on the table. After a silence that had seemed to last for a few moments, he brought his eyes up to her face to see why she wasn't answering. He was utterly confused to find a look of disgust and mild anger on her face, her eyes staring holes through him.
Suddenly, it hit him. Oh God … she must of thought … oh no. "No … Trish … that's not what I meant. I swear." Her glare softened. "I … I … I was looking at the flowers … not … not …"
Trish waved him off, shaking her head. "It's okay. Chris, what's going on with you? Why are you so …" She gestured with her hands, searching for the right way to phrase what she was thinking. She gave up, dropping her hands, the look of utter confusion now taking over her face, and she finished her statement with, "… weird tonight?"
Chris stared right into her eyes. The confusion was killing him, only making this moment worse. But that same look was telling him it's now or never. He needed to do this before it drove him insane or ended up being something he'd regret for a long time.
With that, Chris reached his hand into his pocket, pushed himself away from the table and kneeled on one knee right next to Trish. Trish nearly leapt out of her chair, knowing what was coming next. Her right hand came up to grasp her mouth, trying her best to contain any sound of surprise. Chris finally pulled his hand out of his pocket revealing the tiny black, velvet box. Taking hold of Trish's left hand and inhaling deeply, Chris finally began.
"I know I've been really strange tonight. But I've been so nervous. I wanted everything to be so perfect that I forgot to be myself and be calm. Well now, I'm gonna stop pretending and tell everything I've wanted to tell you for a long time, Trish." Pausing to inhale again, he noticed the tears brimming in Trish's eyes. "Trish, you've changed me. A year ago, I was a jackass who walked around calling himself the King of the World. I didn't think I needed anyone but myself. But when you came along, I realized that's not true. You've shown me so many things and taught me things I could've never learned on my own. You've changed me. And you showed me what it feels like to be loved. And the main thing I've learned over this year is that I don't want to spend the rest of my life being that jackass who lives alone with only himself. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. That said, will you marry me Trish Stratus?"
Trish was over the edge, sobbing now. She bowed her head lower for a few moments, breaking eye contact with him. Chris worried as she continued to stay there, like that. Was she actually going to turn him down?
After a little while, Trish's head began to move in a horizontal motion, slowly. Chris gulped, feeling as though he'd been shot in the heart. Was she actually saying no? Was she turning him down? Everything seemed to have been going great. They seemed to be perfect for each other. But how could that be if she was saying no now? He couldn't even react to that. He stayed there, continuing to hold her hand, waiting for any kind of explanation.
Finally bringing her tear streaked face up, make-up staining her face, Trish looked at him with a look of sympathy. She began to give him an explanation, choking on sobs throughout. "Chris, that was the most beautiful thing I've ever heard. I love you Chris. I just can't do this right now. I can't get married. I don't want to make a huge mistake. It's not that I think you're a mistake Chris, it's just after Andrew … I wanna be sure I'm doing the right thing …"
Cutting her off, Chris embraced her, holding her close to him, not wanting to let her go. He chastised himself for even being a little upset that she turned him down. He should have remembered what happened with Test. She'd taken a big step, even getting involved with Chris after everything that she'd gone through with Test. It had taken forever to even get her to go out on a date with him. Chris remembered how many times he'd wanted to kill the bastard for even hurting her.
Chris remembered the night Trish ran to him. The angst in her entire expression as she collapsed into his arms, crying streams of tears. She'd found Test with another woman. The man she'd loved and had thought loved her back just as much as she did. And to make the entire situation worse, he'd didn't even show any sympathy, only slapping her to the ground in front of the other woman.
The only thing that had kept him from tearing Test apart right there was how much Trish had needed him. They'd been friends forever, she being one of the few who'd understood Chris Jericho through all the phases he went through. And the fact that she'd somehow chosen to run to him in her time of need was just one of the many things that made him fall in love with her.
Holding her tighter, Chris pressed his lips to her ear, trying to comfort her in any way possible. Her sorrowful voice filled his ear, "Chris, please don't hate me. It's not that I don't want to marry you. I just can't."
"No, I don't hate you. I understand. I'll be here for you completely. I can wait for you. We don't even have to get married right now, just as long I have you here with me." Chris pulled back, cupping her face in his hands. He then removed his hands, going for the ring case, which he'd placed on the floor. He took out the luminescent, shimmering diamond ring and slid it on her right ring finger. "I'll tell you what. You can just wear it there and when you're ready, you can put over on the other hand and let me know."
Chris's alleviating smile caused her to smile as well, as she nodded her approval, taking his lips with her.
Author's Note: I hope that's good. I'm sorry everything took or is taking so long. I will work on that. Let me know what you think so far.
Author: Tay
Email: da1redgem@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone.
Distribution: Sure but just let me know. ;)
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Nothing specific. Just takes place at a random point in time.
Summary: Everyone has deep passions, but can any of those passions be strong enough to lead to murder? Pairing: Lita/Jeff
Content warning: Nothing too bad in this chapter.
Two Years Earlier …
"You know Trish, I still can't believe I'm married." Lita stated, sitting on the couch, twirling the sparkling diamond ring on her left ring finger.
Trish, who stood in the mirror, fixing her hair, turned around to face Lita, rolling her eyes, then went back to her hair. She was getting ready for her date with Chris Jericho. They'd been dating for a few months and were already becoming more serious. "You know what I can't believe? That you're married to Jeff." Trish made a fake sound of disgust, laughing when she felt a pillow hit her in the back of the head. "Hey! Watch the hair!"
Lita giggled to herself. "Well, I can't believe that you go out with Chris Jericho." After a few moments of laughter, Lita's tone changed completely to a more serious one. "But seriously, this is so crazy. I would never have imagined being married. Don't get me wrong. I mean that in a good way."
Trish put her comb down, turning around to look at Lita. She stared at her for a moment, as though contemplating whether it was okay to make her next move or not, before coming over to sit next to her on the couch. "Is it really that good being married?"
The look Lita gave her was one of true love. This was the starry-eyed look if Trish had ever seen it. "I think it's just the fact that I get to be with Jeff forever. I get to spend my life with him. And he makes me so happy. I know I've only been married to him for three weeks but it seems like I couldn't be any happier."
Trish nodded and patted Lita's leg. "Good. As long as you're happy." Her eyes trailed off along the room, a far-off look on her face.
"I think someone's thinking about Chris. And I think someone asked me about marriage for a reason." Lita raised her eyebrows, questioning the little blonde. She knew how Trish felt about Chris. He made her get all bubbly and shy. It had to be the cutest thing she'd ever seen.
Trish sucked her teeth, jumping up from the couch. "Whatever."
The door burst open and Jeff came through yelling, making Lita jump and Trish shriek.
"You're such an idiot!" Lita yelled at Jeff, as she approached him.
"I'm an idiot for you of course." Lita blushed, ducking her head. Jeff loved doing that to her. "How's my wife today?" he asked, wrapping his arms around her waist. She placed her hands against his chest, staring into his emerald green eyes.
"I missed you. How's my husband?"
"Miserable, of course. I missed you today. I was stuck with Chris Jericho over there." He nodded his head toward Chris, who'd made his way toward Trish. He gave Jeff the middle finger in reply.
Lita laughed. She brought her lips to Jeff's ears. She brushed them lightly on his earlobe, making him shiver. "I'll make up for that tonight if you want." she whispered in a sexy tone. The breaths coming from her mouth, making his ear shudder.
"Do you need to ask?"
Lita backed away from Jeff, giving him a very seductive look. "Trish, Chris, I'll talk to you later." She kept her eyes on Jeff as she left the room.
"Whoa. You guys, I think I have somewhere to be." Jeff rushed out the door, as Trish and Chris laughed.
Chris looked to Trish. "So … you look really good." He scanned his eyes along Trish's body. The sheer black dress she wore clung to her body perfectly, showing off all of her curves, chest, waist, thighs, everything. He caught himself staring, and brought his eyes back to those of Trish. "Are you ready to go?"
"Yea. But there's just one thing." Trish couldn't resist it anymore. She pressed herself flush against him, standing on tiptoes, gently taking his lips with hers. Just a sweet, soft kiss on the lips at first, nothing more. She just wanted to feel his lips, just taste them. She didn't want to go any further than just a simple touch on the lips.
Pulling back, she searched his eyes for a reaction. She was surprised to find this intense, yearning look. Maybe she could play on that. She smirked as he placed his fingers on his lips.
"What are you trying to do? Are you teasing me?" God, his pleading was so great. She was laughing on the inside but she was sure he knew that from the expression on his face.
Struting toward the door, rather seductively, she placed her hand on the doorknob and turned slowly to face him. "Let's just say that if someone is really good on our date tonight, they might get a little reward tonight." There it was, that sexy smile again, and she continued out the door.
Chris had no idea how this woman did this to him. Not one other girl could ever make him plead to be with them, could make him want them so badly. She was incredible. Every little thing she said or did would make him go insane. And that kiss. It wasn't nearly rough or anything like that. All she did was put her lips on his for a brief moment. But even now he couldn't handle himself. It wasn't that he really wanted to sleep with her. That wasn't it at all. There was just this crazy sensation that spiraled through him whenever she touched him.
My, my, my. He sure had changed. Chris Jericho a year ago wouldn't have imagined being settled down or feeling this way. This feeling … was it love? Was he really in love? In love with Trish Stratus?
He grinned, rushing out the door to catch up to Trish Stratus.
~*~*~
The door swung open, as the two bodies came crashing through. Jeff kicked the door shut with his foot, not wanting to take his hands off of Lita. He continued to kiss her fiercely, intensely.
He thought he'd be able to at least wait until they got in the room, but she kept giving him that look … that sexy, teasing look she'd been giving him since they left Trish's room. He stood there staring at her on the elevator as it went down … 6 … and she kept looking at him like that, not even flinching, blinking … 5 … it had to be the longest elevator ride of his life … 4 … just simply staring at her, the eye contact between them, too intense for words. Then one corner of her lips tweaked up into a sly smirk. She bit her bottom lip, pulling a hand through her fiery red hair.
Just as they'd finally reached 3, he grabbed her in his arms, assaulting her lips with his own. The couple made their way from the elevator to their room, not taking their lips off each other or letting go of one another, not at all concerned about whether people might walk by and see them.
Jeff pressed Lita against the door, struggling to get the keycard out of his pocket and into the door, without taking his face away from hers. He fumbled with the key, finally getting the door open, both bodies flying through the doorway.
Now here they were in the middle of the room. Both refusing to break contact with the other. Lita's hand slowly traveled up his arms, feeling the muscular, defined texture of his forearms and biceps. She let her hands travel up his neck, finding his hair. Her fingers weaving through his hair, twirling every strand around them. She pressed her body against him, wanting to feel every part of him. She had to have him at that moment. His hands all over her body. His lips exploring everywhere. Him inside of her. She wanted to have it all. That need and desire only intensified when he pulled her even closer, so that her leg was on his … and she could feel exactly what she was doing to him. Exactly how she was making him feel.
Jeff lifted Lita up off the ground somewhat. She quickly took the hint, wrapping her legs around his waist, hands still tangled in his hair, lips still glued to his, tongue still fighting his. He stumbled toward the bed, holding her tightly against him. He stopped kissing her momentarily as they fell onto the bed, bouncing back up from the impact. Impatiently, he crushed his lips against her again. The tasty sweetness of her lips was amazing
Without any more hesitation, he pulled his lips from hers and began to travel down, kissing and licking her neck. Her soft moans of pleasure caused him to smile against her neck. Suddenly an idea came to his head. He drug his mouth along her neck, tickling the skin, making her tremble until he reached his destination.
Her spot.
The area where her neck connected to her left shoulder. Firmly gripping her waist, he started to kiss and lick at the spot. Jeff teased the skin with his teeth as she began to squirm beneath him. He loved doing this to her. Getting her worked up with that area. It only turned him on even more. Nipping soon turned into sucking, as he pulled the skin between his teeth, licking it. Her body arched slightly into him, her hands clutching at his shirt on his back. She was moaning even louder than before and it made him feel in control. He sucked at her skin more, stopping only because he didn't want to leave a mark.
Bringing his face back up, he looked at her briefly. She was panting from his teasing, her eyes still closed. Eyes falling on her still red, swollen lips, he licked his lips, wanting to taste their sweetness again. Once again, his mouth crashed against hers causing her to emit a deep groan. His hands ran down her body, finding the top of her pants. His fingers fidgeted with the button, trying to get them off as fast as possible.
He was shocked as her hands came in contact with his chest and pushed him off her slightly. "No, wait." Lita brought her hand to her mouth, caressing her sore mouth. Jeff gnawed his bottom lip, sorry that he'd hurt her in his eagerness and force.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to … I was going too fast …" She shook her head, shushing him.
Running her hand along his cheek, she assured, "No, it's fine. I'm okay." She smiled so beautifully before continuing. "Let's go really slow. I want to experience every moment for what it's worth. I want you to make love to me like you've never done before." The look in her eyes told everything she was feeling. There was a particular glow in them, bright and beautiful, never fading.
"Even better than our wedding night?" Jeff remarked, raising his eyebrows in a questioning gesture.
Laughing, Lita replied, "Yes. Even better than that." She smirked at his doubtful expression.
"We'll see what we can do." With that, he slowly brought his face down to hers, making gentle contact with her lips. If she wanted to make love, then that's what they would do. If she wanted to go slow, he'd go slow for her. Anything she wanted, he was going to give her …
~*~*~
"I didn't think it was gonna be so crowded in here tonight. I'm sorry." Chris stated, fidgeting with his fork. He looked around again at all the people seated at their tables, the bustling waiters. The restaurant was packed and for some reason, it was making him even more nervous than he already was.
"I know Chris. You've already said that at least three different times in about three different ways." Trish smiled. He brought his eyes back to her, silently scolding himself for acting like such an idiot. He couldn't ruin this. Tonight had to be perfect.
He needed to do something to get his mind off his nervousness. Talk about something. Yea, that's what they should do. But what? What could they talk about? There had to be something, considering they'd been almost completely silent for the five minutes they'd been there. He needed to get it together. He couldn't ruin this. He needed to be himself. Be Chris. Be Chris.
"So are those real?" Chris asked, staring at the pink carnations on the table. After a silence that had seemed to last for a few moments, he brought his eyes up to her face to see why she wasn't answering. He was utterly confused to find a look of disgust and mild anger on her face, her eyes staring holes through him.
Suddenly, it hit him. Oh God … she must of thought … oh no. "No … Trish … that's not what I meant. I swear." Her glare softened. "I … I … I was looking at the flowers … not … not …"
Trish waved him off, shaking her head. "It's okay. Chris, what's going on with you? Why are you so …" She gestured with her hands, searching for the right way to phrase what she was thinking. She gave up, dropping her hands, the look of utter confusion now taking over her face, and she finished her statement with, "… weird tonight?"
Chris stared right into her eyes. The confusion was killing him, only making this moment worse. But that same look was telling him it's now or never. He needed to do this before it drove him insane or ended up being something he'd regret for a long time.
With that, Chris reached his hand into his pocket, pushed himself away from the table and kneeled on one knee right next to Trish. Trish nearly leapt out of her chair, knowing what was coming next. Her right hand came up to grasp her mouth, trying her best to contain any sound of surprise. Chris finally pulled his hand out of his pocket revealing the tiny black, velvet box. Taking hold of Trish's left hand and inhaling deeply, Chris finally began.
"I know I've been really strange tonight. But I've been so nervous. I wanted everything to be so perfect that I forgot to be myself and be calm. Well now, I'm gonna stop pretending and tell everything I've wanted to tell you for a long time, Trish." Pausing to inhale again, he noticed the tears brimming in Trish's eyes. "Trish, you've changed me. A year ago, I was a jackass who walked around calling himself the King of the World. I didn't think I needed anyone but myself. But when you came along, I realized that's not true. You've shown me so many things and taught me things I could've never learned on my own. You've changed me. And you showed me what it feels like to be loved. And the main thing I've learned over this year is that I don't want to spend the rest of my life being that jackass who lives alone with only himself. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. That said, will you marry me Trish Stratus?"
Trish was over the edge, sobbing now. She bowed her head lower for a few moments, breaking eye contact with him. Chris worried as she continued to stay there, like that. Was she actually going to turn him down?
After a little while, Trish's head began to move in a horizontal motion, slowly. Chris gulped, feeling as though he'd been shot in the heart. Was she actually saying no? Was she turning him down? Everything seemed to have been going great. They seemed to be perfect for each other. But how could that be if she was saying no now? He couldn't even react to that. He stayed there, continuing to hold her hand, waiting for any kind of explanation.
Finally bringing her tear streaked face up, make-up staining her face, Trish looked at him with a look of sympathy. She began to give him an explanation, choking on sobs throughout. "Chris, that was the most beautiful thing I've ever heard. I love you Chris. I just can't do this right now. I can't get married. I don't want to make a huge mistake. It's not that I think you're a mistake Chris, it's just after Andrew … I wanna be sure I'm doing the right thing …"
Cutting her off, Chris embraced her, holding her close to him, not wanting to let her go. He chastised himself for even being a little upset that she turned him down. He should have remembered what happened with Test. She'd taken a big step, even getting involved with Chris after everything that she'd gone through with Test. It had taken forever to even get her to go out on a date with him. Chris remembered how many times he'd wanted to kill the bastard for even hurting her.
Chris remembered the night Trish ran to him. The angst in her entire expression as she collapsed into his arms, crying streams of tears. She'd found Test with another woman. The man she'd loved and had thought loved her back just as much as she did. And to make the entire situation worse, he'd didn't even show any sympathy, only slapping her to the ground in front of the other woman.
The only thing that had kept him from tearing Test apart right there was how much Trish had needed him. They'd been friends forever, she being one of the few who'd understood Chris Jericho through all the phases he went through. And the fact that she'd somehow chosen to run to him in her time of need was just one of the many things that made him fall in love with her.
Holding her tighter, Chris pressed his lips to her ear, trying to comfort her in any way possible. Her sorrowful voice filled his ear, "Chris, please don't hate me. It's not that I don't want to marry you. I just can't."
"No, I don't hate you. I understand. I'll be here for you completely. I can wait for you. We don't even have to get married right now, just as long I have you here with me." Chris pulled back, cupping her face in his hands. He then removed his hands, going for the ring case, which he'd placed on the floor. He took out the luminescent, shimmering diamond ring and slid it on her right ring finger. "I'll tell you what. You can just wear it there and when you're ready, you can put over on the other hand and let me know."
Chris's alleviating smile caused her to smile as well, as she nodded her approval, taking his lips with her.
Author's Note: I hope that's good. I'm sorry everything took or is taking so long. I will work on that. Let me know what you think so far.