I Want You With Me Chapter 5: Part 5: What I Love About You, a wrestling fanfic

Title: I Want You With Me

Part 5: What I Love About You

Rating: PG

Disclaimer: All characters are property of WWE and themselves.

Pairing: Chris Jericho/Victoria

Notes: Each part of the series uses lyrics from the 98 Degrees album 'Revelation' (which, yes, I sadly admit I own, LOL). This part is from the song 'The Way You Do.'

You've heard this, a thousand times before
I'm in love with you
You'll hear it at least a million more
Baby, that's the truth

"I love you so much, Vic," Chris said as he eyed his girlfriend.

Victoria layed beside him, her fingers entwined in his own. He gazed at her adoringly, wondering what he had done to deserve such a beautiful, caring woman. They had been together nearly a year, and he still found himself amazed by their relationship.

Victoria rolled her eyes at him, but a playful smile curled her lips.

"Chris Jericho, I'm going to shoot you if you say that one more time."

Chris smiled. To anyone else, it would appear she had just insulted him, but he knew better. She grinned with relief when she noticed his smile. She couldn't believe some of the remarks that left her mouth... but it wasn't her fault. She wasn't good at this relationship crap. She was leery when Chris first asked her out, wondering exactly what the ulterior motive was. Over time, she came to learn that he had no bad intentions. For some strange reason, the guy was really in love with her.

With a tired yawn, she shifted even closer to Chris, planting a soft kiss on his cheek. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, exhaling slowly.

"I love you more," she said, resting her head on his collarbone.

Chris laughed quietly to himself, shaking his head in disagreement.

"Don't bet on it."

It's the small things, that endear me
Every time that you are near me

She had left him the sweetest voicemail that morning. He had appearance after appearance scheduled for the day, and after waking up with a migraine wanted nothing to do with any of it. By midmorning, Victoria called to check on him, leaving a short voicemail. It was smiple, just saying she was worried, wanted to know how he was feeling, and to call if he wanted to talk about his day.

But for some reason, it completely brightened his day. So maybe she wasn't as loose with the 'I love yous' as he was. Tiny things like that spoke volumes. A concerned voicemail said more to him than any other words could.

As Chris held her even tighter, another thought occurred to him. He recalled a chat he had earlier with Christian, when his friend showed off a gorgeous Rolex that Molly had purchased for him. Even though Christian was the one with the expensive watch, Chris knew that he was undoubtedly the luckier of the two. The little favors and considerations Victoria gave him were worth more than any piece of flashy jewelry.

The way you laugh, at what I say
The way you look, at each new day
The way your tears fall right on cue
That's what I love about you
Nobody else knows me by heart
Takes me where I can reach the stars
Makes me believe in love
The way you do

In previous relationships, he'd always had doubts. Granted, he had never really encountered bad relationships. But in some cases, the level of trust never had the chance to reach a hundred percent. With her, there was no question. Never in his life had he been with a woman with whom he connected so well.

He was starting to blieve that she was perfect. It had been a year, and he was yet to find a single flaw. Every damn thing about her put butterflies in his stomach. The way she laughed at his corny jokes, the way she always had a smile on her face - even on the rainy days, the way she fisted her hand in the hem of his shirt when she cried... he loved all of it. Every last idiosyncrasy amazed him. Being with Victoria had truly made him a happier person.

He looked down at her and sighed, biting his lip.

"I'm gonna say it again," he warned with a laugh.

You see me, the man that I can be
You've given me all I'll ever need
All I wanted, too...
I know how, blessed I am
Girl, you are, my best friend

Giggling softly, Victoria shifted her head so that she was gazing up, directly into his loving eyes.

"Alright, Jerky," she teased, her stern tone totally contrasting her facial expression. "If you want to keep saying it, you better explain why. All of this is sailing right over my head."

Narrowing his eyes at her, Jericho laughed again. As he slid his arm down to her waist, there was a more serious connotation on her face.

"It's real simple, Vic," he insisted. "I love every single thing about you."

When she simply stared at him, he decided to elaborate.

"Put it like this. I love that you refuse to paint your toenails any color other than fire-engine red. I love that you measure the water for your soup, but not your macaroni. I love the way your eyes light up when you see a ring, and the way they dance when you step in it."

Victoria silenced him with a finger to his lips. She rose and hovered over him, her lips lingering over his for just a second before she kissed him. Their lips locked together, and the diva made sure to inject all of her emotions into it.

In that one moment, it was more evident to her than ever before that she had found her soulmate. Chris was quite content with the thought as well. Victoria returned to his side, her arm resting over his hip.

As her raven locks fell onto his bare chest, the silkiness caused Jericho to smile yet again. It was just another one of those things he loved about her.