Title: By My Side

Author: Crimson Coin

Disclaimer: I do not own the WWE or any mentioned wrestlers. They are merely used/borrowed for the purpose of this fictional story.

Rating: PG 13 – R, depending on the chapter

Summery: Continuing from Unstoppable and Endless Love. Will friends and love still flourish?

Timeline: October 2004 – present

December 27, 2004

Chris Jericho panted, a big smile on his face as he pushed through the curtains. His match had ended and he was pleased to be declared victorious. In all honesty, he didn't care what number entry he had for the Elimination Chamber, he fully intended on leaving the Payperview the new World Champion.

His smile brightened as he caught sight of Trish, standing down the corridor near his locker room. Speeding up his pace, he jogged down that corridor, his eyes beaming when she offered him a flirtatious grin and then beckoned him with the curl of a single finger.

Jericho could feel the excitement pulsating through him. Oh, the look in her eyes that moment. He could see it even from so far away. That seductive and teasing glimmer that had been extinguished for far too long. But he saw it. He knew it was in her.

Banging through the door to his locker room, he quickly slammed it shut, his back pressed against it as he flicked the lock, his eyes scanning the room. "I know you're in here," he soothed, his voice laced with desire, deep and husky with his need.

"Maybe," her soft female voice teased from somewhere in the room. "But you'll have to find me."

Chris chuckled taking a few tentative steps further into the room. "Oh, I'll find you alright. Now where'd you go, you little minx."

She didn't answer.

Jericho squinted his eyes, trying to look through the slits in the lockers. He let out a grunt when he was attacked from behind, a pair of tiny arms wrapped around his neck as an equal pair of slender legs wrapped around his waist.

"Got you," she whispered into his ear, her hot moist breath caressing the shell.

Chris chuckled, straightening a moment and letting her slide off of him. He turned casually then.

The sweetest smile stretched across Trish's face and she gazed up at him. The smile fell from her face, her breath catching in her throat at the glint in his eye.

Chris lunged at her, his hands gripping her hips as his mouth crashed to hers and he swiftly backed her against a wall, slamming her against the concrete in his desperation. She moaned into his mouth, her hands instantly tangling in his hair. He kissed her with unabandoned love, passion and aggression.

Trish responded with equal hunger, her tongue demanding and intense, her need fueling his passion as well.

He deepened the kiss even more for a moment before trailing his lips across her jaw and to her neck.

"Oh God," she moaned softly, her hands grabbing his head roughly, her palms cupping his scruffy cheeks. "I love your mouth," she proclaimed then crashed their lips together for a long heated kiss.

Their tongues and lips entwined, her hands caressing his cheeks. He moaned at her feverish pace and his need for her multiplied with every passing second.

"You didn't shave," she panted.

"I knew you liked it," he gruffed then dipped his tongue into her mouth, his hips pressing against hers.

Gene Snitsky clenched his teeth, staring after Eric Bischoff. He was pissed. Oh, was he pissed. And he had the sinking suspicion that the little bitch Lita was directly responsible for the match against Kane.

"LIIITTAAA!" Snitsky roared, his eyes ablaze as he turned their focus onto the door to his side. "LITA!" he pounded relentlessly on that door. Then he backed up a few and charged, slamming his shoulder roughly into that door. "I'm gonna get you, Lita."

"Not if I can help it."

Snitsky turned at the voice, his eyes instantly widening as a man charged him and the breath escaped his lungs as he was suddenly speared and brought to the ground.

Edge roared his anger, mounting the larger man as he threw punch after punch, doing his damndest to keep the bigger man down. "Don't you fucking touch her!" He yelled, his voice laced with venom and hatred.

Only when Snitsky's eyes rolled back into his head and the big man went limp did Edge release and stand. Snitsky was unconscious.

His eyes narrowing, Edge raked a hand through his long golden hair. "You better stay the FUCK away from her if you know what's good for you."

Walking to the door, the blond man pressed his ear against the wood, listening inside. He could hear tears, slight sobs. His eyes wide, his heart raced with worry. He knocked. "Sweetie?"

No response.

He knocked again. "Sweets? Darling? Come on, Baby, open the door. It's only me."

Nothing. Only her still soft sobs.

"Baby, Snitsky is down. I put him there. Please, let me in. My heart is stopping out here. Please."

A few long moments later, the door clicked open and the redhead peeked out.

"Baby," Edge sighed, slipping into the dark closet and then closing the door, standing in front of it so that no one could enter. He wanted her to feel safe. "Lita, Sweetie."

The redhead ducked her head, shaking it slightly as tears threatened her eyes. "I ... I've never been so scared in my life."

"Shhh," he hushed softly, gathering her into his arms. "There's nothing to be afraid of." He cooed, embracing her warmly. "I'll never let anyone hurt you."

"Edge," she breathed, wrapping her arms tightly around the blond man's neck. "You've never been this sweet to me before."

"Well, I was a fool." He sighed against her, his hands in a slow caress along her back. When she settled against him, a smile spread across his face. He had Lita. The only thing Christian ever really wanted. And after New Year's Revolution, he'd have the only other thing his half beat brother wanted ... The World Title.

Trish's head tilted back, her eyes fluttering closed as her lips parted with a sigh. The pleasure had finally overwhelmed her and she could no longer hold on as the beautiful sensation diminished, her head fell forward and her eyes focused on the man on his knees.

Her legs were draped over his shoulders, his hands on her hips as his lips trailed soft wet kisses along her smooth inner thighs. "Delicious." He moaned, his tongue swirling before his lips sealed.

She raked her fingers through his hair, trying to ease him back.

"No," he protested, pushing his face even closer to her. "I want more."

Trish suppressed a cry of ecstasy as he continued to pleasure her. She did not push him away.

Chris Benoit walked down the arena corridor towards the ramp. Though his match was over, his concern was for another man, a man who was once his friend. He opened his mouth to call his friend, but thought better of it as his eyes caught a peculiar sight.

"Don't worry about me," the big burly man said, raking his slicked black hair back from his eyes. "Batista can't win. I'm gonna win. And I'm going to take his place in the elimination chamber."

"I don't want you to," the small woman in front of him pleaded, one of her tiny hands on his arm. "That ... thing ... it's so scary."

Rhyno smiled, his grin toothy and his eyes glimmering with affection. "And I'm the manbeast. There is nothing to worry about." He glanced to the curtain when he heard her familiar music play. "There's your cue."

"Be careful," the redheaded woman pleaded, her hands cupping his face, her thumbs brushing across his cheeks.

Rhyno's smile grew gentle in a way not usual to him. "Christy," he sighed. "I'll be just fine. Kiss me luck."

Christy Hemme leaned towards him ever so slightly, her lips brushing along his and Rhyno reached up, cupping the back of her neck to pull her closer, kissing her with deep intensity.

The woman responded with equal fervor and maybe even more passion but then pulled back. Rhyno chuckled. "Mmmm."

Christy giggled, on hand brushing down his neck to his chest, caressing the greased skin of his pecks. "Don't get hurt out there. I want some ... special ... time for us later."

He playfully growled at her, biting and letting his teeth clack together and he leaned in for one final kiss before the bubbly redhead bounced off.

Benoit smiled to himself, turning the other way. Even if Rhyno lost the match, he'd certainly be a winner that night.

"Oh God ... Chris," she softly moaned, her body wracked with another intense pleasurable sensation and she shuddered at the overwhelming high. "Chris," her voice so husked and gruff, the pleasure far too much to bear. She stole a glance at the clock on the far wall. Had an hour and a half already passed?

His lips traveled along her thighs then up and to her abdomen as he gently placed her feet back on the ground. Her legs wobbled, her body trembling from the uncontrollably feelings coursing through her body.

Panting, his desire on fire and his body surging with need, Chris pushed to his feet, falling against her.

Their lips met in a fire heated embrace and Trish clutched at him, devouring him with an insatiable hunger. Her fingers raked roughly through his hair, yanking and pulling at his head so his mouth was right where she wanted him. Her body rocked into his, begging and pleading for him.

Chris growled, responding to her desperation. He deepened the kiss, grabbing her hips as he lifted her and Trish instantly wrapped her legs around his waist, crying out into his mouth at the sensation.

Lita glanced carefully around the arena, making sure she wasn't followed. Edge was already waiting by the curtain and he told her to wait in his locker room. But she was more frightened there. Hoping there was more safety in public. She stopped suddenly, her eyes widening at the sight of the tall man across the way. Gene Snitsky.

She ducked into a darkened corner, her eyes narrowed and intense. Her heart pounded in her chest, her breath coming in short gasps. She only prayed that Snitsky wouldn't see her.

Her guard dropped though as she noticed the other man standing with him, the short blond man who'd been on her mind, though she hadn't really seen in months. The shorter man had a dangerous gleam in his eye as he stood toe to toe with the big monster. Lita strained to hear what was being said.

Christian glared, angry and furious at the man in front of him. "You touch her again ... I'll fucking kill you. I swear to God."

Snitsky smiled. "And what is it that you'd do, little man." He coaxed. "Send your big bad problem solver after me?"

"No," Christian growled. "Because this is personal. And I will tear you ... limb ... from limb. I swear."

Snitsky only chuckled. "I don't fear you."

"You will," Christian's eyes narrowed for a moment, daring the larger man to strike first. Nothing happened and after a long stare down, Christian turned and walked the other way.

Lita wanted to run after him, scared to death that she was now alone with Snitsky so near. But she didn't move. Instead, she shrunk back into the shadows. Had she actually heard correctly?

"Chris," Trish moaned into his ear, her hands clutching at his neck and she buried her face into his throat.

Chris moaned as well, his body tensing before releasing, the tension draining away at the wonderful high that washed over him.

Blissfully enraptured, she clung to him, her arms tightening around his neck as she panted on his throat. "Oh Chris," she whimpered, their sweat slicked bodies pressed close, not an inch left between them.

Chris wiggled slightly against her, shifting his wait for a moment as he kept her pressed against the wall. "You're amazing. You feel amazing you ... taste ... amazing."

Trish moaned when his lips sought hers and she returned his kiss with equal tenderness and care. "God, I love you."

"I love you too," he pledged then gripped her waist, supporting her as he lowered her to the ground. "God damn it, has it been two hours already. I have to go out there. Randy wanted us at ringside to psych Hunter out during his match."

Trish watched as he gathered his tights and pulled them on, then boots. He didn't even bother with the underwear or jock. It would have been a waste anyway; the moment he returned, she'd just tear it all off of him.

Raking his hands through his hair, he turned to her, his arms outstretched as he smiled. "How do I look?"

"Mmm," she hummed, walking up to him. "Delicious."

He sighed at her nude loveliness and his eyes fluttered closed when her lips covered his, kissing him so sweetly he felt tears. "I love you, Baby," he mumbled softly to her. "I love you so much."

"I love you too," she responded, pulling back to look up into his eyes. She reached up then, tucking some stray fibers of hair behind his ear. "You look so satiated and satisfied."

"And the look will still be on my face when I'm sitting out there," he responded. "I'm in such a good mood."

"You're in a good mood?" she chuckled at him. "How do you think I feel?"

"You better feel fantastic," he jested with a winning grin then leaned towards her for a soft kiss then another and another.

"You're so good," she sighed as his lips trailed a hot path of fire down her neck. "Chris, you ... you always put my pleasure first."

"It's because I love you," he said deeply, pulling back to cup her face. He looked clear into her eyes, his heart exposed in his softened gaze. "Because I love you I want you to be so happy. I want to give you everything you ever wanted. And I'm not gonna screw this up. I love the way you feel ..." he trailed his hands down her back. "The way you look ..." his eyes scanned her face then body. "The way you taste ..." he leaned down to kiss her mouth.

Trish sighed against his lips, accepting the deep embrace he so obviously needed.

"MMmm." He hummed, licking his lips and then smiled beautifully at her. "Both your lips and your body ... everywhere."

Trish smiled at him, resting a warm palm against his scruff covered cheek. "I love the beard." She said then scraped her teeth gently along his chin before kissing there then up his cheek.

"You hated it at one time."

"One time," Trish brushed her lips back to his, flicking her tongue into his mouth for only a moment. "But not now. Be careful out there. For me ... ok?"

"Always," he breathed, his body already beginning to shake with desire. "But I better leave before I can't."

"Why couldn't you?" she breathed onto his lips.

He growled then, his eyes already starting to darken with lust. "Let's think about this. I'm only a man. And there's the most beautiful creature in the world standing naked before me, kissing me, and rolling her hips in a way that leaves no doubt to my imagination. That and because I'm a horny little devil."

"And I love my little lionheart," she said softly, her hands rubbing over his abdomen then slipping just under the waist of his tights.

He shuddered then a small smile crossed his lips. "And what about your big lionheart."

Teasingly, seductively, she leaned up, brushing her lips along his. "I think both my lionhearts are big."

"You love him more than me," he pouted, sweetly.

"Actually, I think you'd be surprised."

"By what?"

Her smile brightened and beamed, her eyes gleaming with purest love. "I love my lionheart's mouth the most. Even though he's a bit of an assclown." She tugged playfully on his hair.

Chris leaned down, obeying her silent request and kissed her. "Wanna go out for coffee after the show?"

She nodded, sealing her lips around his again.

Chris moaned, his eyes opening to check that clock on the wall. Reluctantly, he pushed her back and his heart broke when she whimpered in protest. "I will race back here right after."

Trish kissed him one last time and then watched him leave the room. He always made her feel so special and wanted ... so wonderful. A soft smile tugged at her lips as she began to gather her clothes.