Title: No Place Like Home: A Smoochy Valentine's
Author: Angrycupcake
Pairing: Steph/Jericho
Rating: Pg13
Disclaimer: Not mine. Blah Blah Blah Vince McMahon.

"This was the best day a man could ever dream of." Jericho softly whispered into his girlfriend's ear.

"Sweetie the best part was watching your baby blues light up with every surprise." Stephanie murmured.

Jericho chuckled just a bit, he couldn't help it. At any other time he and Stephanie would gag on this overwhelmingly smoochy display of affection, but today was Valentine's Day. They were entitled to smoochiness.

"Hey what are you going on about Jerky?" Stephanie playfully growled.

The Canadian briefly pulled back from their in embrace to kiss the tip of her nose.

"Nothing just thinking that I have the weirdest, smartest, most extraordinarily beautiful girlfriend on the face of the planet."

"Yes 'tis very true." She agreed giving him a grin only a princess could pull off.

"That didn't sound at all vain, note the sarcasm."

"Says the 'King of the World." She retorted.

"Touché." The wrestler conceded. "Seriously Stephanie you are the only woman I know who would come up with the idea of transforming Valentine's Day into National Boyfriend Day."

"Yeah well what can I say Chris? I'm a one of a kind kinda gal looking forward to her National Girlfriend Day next year." The brunette said.

"Very subtle Steph, but I thought everyday was National Girlfriend Day." Jericho teased.

She lightly smacked the wrestler's arm.

"Just for that I'm renaming my holiday National Stephanie McMahon Day. A day in which you will be at my beck and call." The princess declared imperiously.

"Your beck and call huh? That sounds promising." He waggled his eyebrows in

the most lascivious of manners.

"You're terrible." Stephanie giggled.

"That I am lass." He responded in a positively horrible Scottish accent. "But you know what I especially loved about tonight?" He asked in his normal voice.

"What?"

"I loved the screaming match you got into with that guy at my Boyfriend's Day hockey game. I think you made him cry."

"That baby," she sneered. "He should've known better than to say that wrestlers, especially my man, are nothing but 'untalented purveyors of homoerotic voyeurism.' That stupid homophobic pseudo intellectual, I should've kicked his ass."

The Canadian was clearly amused by the feisty woman in front of him "It's good to know that you find my honor and the honor of all the WWE males worth defending."

"Except for Hunter." The youngest McMahon added.

"Except for Hunter." Jericho concurred. He leaned in to kiss the soft lips that seemed to be taunting him all night. "You're so hot when you're angry."

Stephanie felt herself drowning in the feeling that she could only describe as uniquely Jericho. She leaned in to close the gap that developed between them through the course of their conversation. With an agonizing slowness their lips gently brushed against one another. God this was heaven…until Stephanie pulled abruptly away from him with a quizzical expression adorning her features.

"Wait a second. Are you telling me that at the height of the Stephanie McMahon/Chris Jericho feud, you proceeded too repeatedly piss me off because you thought I was hot." She asked incredulously.

"Basically." The man shrugged.

"You are a very twisted man Jericho."

"You love me for it McMahon." He smoothly returned. "And I love you even more for getting Mongoose McQueen to serenade us over dinner. It was the highlight of my life."

"I figured you'd like that." The diva smiled once again finding delicious warmth from his body pressed against hers. She would stay rooted to that very spot forever if it meant she could spend eternity in Jericho's arms.

The moment, however, ended all too soon when a loud continuous banging sound broke their romantic spell.

"No no no." Stephanie groaned into the crook of her boyfriend's neck.

"Someone's at the door." Jericho sighed glowering darkly in the direction the offending noise came from.

"Dawn Marie, Get your ass out of my bathroom this instant!"

"Stephanie quit yelling at her." Shane reproached.

Stephanie rolled her eyes at her older brother.

"You and Dawn Marie got into a fight and for some unknown reason decided to use my hotel room as your forum. She's been in my bathroom for an hour, six minutes, and thirty nine seconds. Frankly you are damn lucky I don't rip her a new one."

"Bite me Stephanie." Dawn Marie called out from the bathroom.

Ignoring his little sister's rant Shane attempted to talk to his girlfriend.

"Dawnie, I'm sorry, please unlock the door. We can talk about this."

"Talk? Drop dead turd." She curtly responded.

"You must've seriously fucked up man," Jericho commented to Shane. "What the hell did you do on today of all days?"

"Nothing! I mean it's not important." The dark haired man replied. "Suffice it to say that things went a little sour and Dawn got just a tad bit upset."

Of all the insufferable things Dawn Marie had had to put up with Shane McMahon takes the cake. She couldn't believe that he would down play what he actually did earlier that day. Wait a second, yes she could.

"Oh of course this is all Dawn Marie's fault. Dawn Marie is just being irrational." The assistant shouted. "There's 'no chance in hell' of the magnificent boy wonder could ever make a mistake. He is just oh so perfect."

"I'm not---" Shane started.

"I can see that the two of you are going through some hard times right now ," Stephanie interrupted hoping to curtail what would have been another blowout between the couple. "So let me be the one to say that you should take all the time you need to resolve your issues…in your own hotel room."

"Steph you are not helping the situation." Jericho said.

Like a petulant child Stephanie folded her arms across her chest and stubbornly up-raised her chin. "I would care because?"

"Because antagonizing them won't get them out of here any sooner." He reminded her.

"That's right I may have to stay here all night." Dawn Marie drawled. "Which means I'd probably have to find a way to entertain myself. Um Stephanie dear there's a dainty little hot pink thing in here with me. I would assume it's yours but I've never seen the billion dollar princess rock hot pink. Jericho is there something you want to share with the rest of us?"

Jericho narrowed his eyes at the insinuation. "Dawn Marie Why don't you---"

"Stephanie do something." Shane hissed. He found it best to jump in before Jericho could finish what would surely be a scathing attack on Dawn Marie. Lord the things he did for that woman.

"Shane have you forgotten that Dawn Marie and I hate each other?"

"Believe me I remember, but you're the only one who can reach her. I can't talk to her because she kind of hates me at the moment. Jericho can't talk to her because he's, well, Jericho. And by process of elimination that leaves you. C'mon Steph turn that frown upside down. You're a woman, she's woman, there must be some common ground between you besides tampons and 'Sex and the City.'

"Shut up Shane." Dawn Marie and Stephanie simultaneously yelled.

"See common ground already."

The youngest McMahon shook her head hoping that it was all a bazaar nightmare. Stephanie could not believe that her promising Boyfriend's day had degraded into a stupid domestic dispute that wasn't even her own. Shane was looking at her with a desperate gleam in his eye, like she was his last hope. How funny was that? He was counting on her to fix his relationship with Dawn Marie. The gods must surely be laughing. Jericho sat against the wall raking his hands through his hair for the umpteenth time. Poor baby looked so tired and so…shirtless. Damn it she had things to do.

"Fine I'll do it." Stephanie caved. "Dawn honey what's really the matter."

"Can the sugary act McMahon, did you forget that I could hear every thing you people said?"

The youngest McMahon decided to take the other woman's advice. She dropped the act. All the pleading, yelling, and cursing that taken place over the night came to no avail. Any good business woman knows when it's time to switch gears and this was one of them.

"Dawn Marie I would like to enjoy the rest of my Valentine's night…"

"As would I." Jericho put in.

"Therefore I have a special proposition for you."

"For the last time Stephanie I don't swing that way and I don't think your brother would appreciate your un-welcomed advances on my person."

Stephanie to her credit did not rise to the bait and continued ahead. "Dawn if you come out of that bathroom and talk to us and by us I mean Shane far far away from here I'll grant you the answer to one free Shane centered non business related question."

"You want your girl back right?" The diva asked her older brother when she saw him begin to protest.

Shane thought about it for a moment. This was Dawn Marie, a woman with an unsavory reputation. Was she really worth all the hassle? Unfortunately she was.

Yes he nodded.

"Then you are just going to grin and bear it. Buck up Shane-O it's not like she's going to ask about that one time you experimented in college with--- oh shit." Stephanie cursed herself when she realized what she was about to let slip.

"What!" Dawn Marie screamed. Stephanie, Jericho, and Shane heard the doorknob rattle violently before it was wrenched open. "Straight as an arrow Shane experimented with what? You have to tell me." The diva squealed with an intrigued grin on her face.

Jericho smirked clearly wanting to hear the scandalous tale. Shane blushed and then glared accusingly at Stephanie. Occasionally known as the billion dollar bitch, Stephanie suddenly felt all of five years old.

"Umm oops?"