TakerTakeMe presents... Locked Up!

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Summary: Stephanie and Jericho obviously want each other, but neither one will admit it. The Undertaker, a romantic at heart, decides to play match-maker. Will Steph and Jericho finally realize their true feelings?

LOCKED UP

"Damn him!" Stephanie said angrily. "And he said he wasn't gonna kidnap me again."

"Did he force you to come down here?" Jericho asked.

"No... But still..." Her voice faltered.

"If you came willingly then I don't think it's really kidnapping," he said. He enjoyed toying with her. He looked around the room. "Looks like we're on a date, huh?"

"Me and you? On a date? Please, don't make me laugh," she said. "I'd never go on a date with you."

"Well, I guess I'll be eating this lovely dinner by myself," he said, walking over to the table, which was set for two. "Scared to join me?"

"I guess I'm a little hungry," she said as her stomach started grumbling when he mentioned food. "But don't think this is a date."

He pulled out her chair for her. She was surprised at how gentlemanly he was being...

...But even more surprised when she fell on the ground.

"You idiot!" she exclaimed, rubbing her butt as she sat there looking up at him.

"Sorry, I couldn't resist it!" he laughed. He reached out a hand to help her up.

She grabbed his hand and pulled him down with her. "If I fall, you fall," she said, giving him a smug look when he landed on top of her.

"So that's how you like it then?" he asked. "With me on top?"

"Oh, get up," she said, then pushed him off of her and stood up.

"What? You'd rather be on top?" He stretched out flat on his back on the carpeted floor. "That's totally fine with me."

"You're lucky I'm not going to kick you," she said. "I'd puncture a lung or something with my heel."

"You'd puncture my heart," he said, feigning sadness. He stood up and went back over to her chair. "Ok, here, I'm gonna pull it out for you for real now."

"I don't think I should trust you," she said. "You should know, I'm going against my better judgment here."

"Whatever, Princess," he said. He pulled the chair out for her and she sat down after a moment's hesitation. Then he pushed her chair in and sat down in the other chair, which was across the small table.

"So... I wonder if Taker cooked this?" she asked.

"Don't be ridiculous, Princess," he said as he started eating. "Taker probably can't cook worth a damn."

"You'd be surprised," she said, starting to eat as well. "When he kidnapped me or whatever, he actually cooked me food. He's, like, a gourmet chef."

"Wow," he said, actually surprised. "This food is quite good."

"Delicious," she agreed, then stopped her fork halfway to her mouth. "Did I just agree with you on something?"

"Yeah, you did. Why's that so surprising?" he asked, continuing to eat.

She decided to just keep her mouth shut. After all, it wouldn't be ladylike if she talked while eating...

Jericho studied Stephanie as she looked down at her plate and ate in silence. She looked really pretty with the candlelight and everything. He wasn't going to kid himself. He'd wanted her since the very beginning. The problem was that whenever he really liked a girl, it was so nerve-racking to him. And all his friends knew, whenever he got nervous about something, he made jokes at people.

Stephanie could feel Jericho staring at her. "What are you looking at?" she snapped. He was making her nervous, and she didn't like to be nervous.

"You," he answered. "You actually look...pretty...in the candlelight."

"You look ok, too," she admitted.

"Just ok? Don't you mean I look sexy and you've been wanting my body since we met?" he joked. Well, actually, he was serious but she'd never know.

"Fine, ok! You look good, Chris," she said, then got up from the table. "I can't believe I just said that. My appetite is completely ruined. Thank you." She walked over to the bed, which was in the corner, and laid back.

"Oh, you don't want the rest of this? I'll eat it then." He put the rest of her food on his plate and proceeded to eat all of it.

"You are impossible," she said with a groan. "Do you have a cell phone with you?"

"I never go anywhere without it," he replied. "What do you want it for?"

"To get someone to get us out of here, duh," she answered. "I really don't wanna be stuck in here with you all night."

"All night, huh?" he repeated, thinking of everything that could happen if they stayed locked up in a room all alone for the entire night. He looked back at her, and a sly smile curved his lips. "Scratch that, princess. I don't have my cell phone."

"You just said you did!" she protested. "Now can I please borrow it?"

"For a price," he said.

"What's your price? I'll cut you a check as soon as we get out of here," she said. "What is it?"

"It has nothing to do with money, Princess. I don't want your money," he said.

"Then what the hell do you want, Chris?"

He looked away. It was now or never. He looked back at her. "You."

Her eyes almost popped out of her head when she heard him. Then she started laughing. "You want me to give you my body just for me to use your cell phone?"

"Not just your body," he said seriously. "All of you."

"Forget it, Jericho. Just forget I even asked," she said. She turned on her side and looked at the wall. Glancing at her watch, she saw it was already 9 PM. They weren't going to get out of there until tomorrow, and she knew it. Damn that Undertaker!

Suddenly there was a loud crash right outside their door, and then all the lights went out. The only light they had was from the candles.

"What was that?" she asked, sitting straight up. "And why are the lights out?"

"I have no clue," he replied, looking worriedly at the door. "But it was pretty loud."

"Something's going to get us," she said uneasily. She started rocking back and forth.

"Are you scared of the dark?" he asked her.

"Would you laugh if I said yes?" she asked uncertainly.

"No. I'm not going to make fun of your fears," he answered honestly.

She sighed. "Yeah, I'm pretty much scared of the dark."

"Why the fear, though? The darkness can hold mysteries and surprises," he said. "In fact, some of the best things happen in the dark."

"Maybe I don't like surprises..." Her voice trailed off when they heard another loud crash. "Shit! Chris, come over here."

He was surprised, but he went over there and sat next to her on the bed. "What can I do for you?"

"Just stay right here and don't leave me, ok?" she asked fearfully.

"I'll be here," he said.