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?
THE MORNING AFTER
"Wow, Stephanie," Jericho said quite a while later. "You were... Wow."
"And you said I couldn't handle you," she whispered, snuggling up against him.
"Guess I was wrong," he admitted. "I could barely handle you."
"What? Chris Jericho admits an error in judgment?" she joked. "This is classic."
"I'm rarely wrong, though," he said. "I mean, you've wanted my body forever. And I was great, wasn't I?"
"You're awfully cocky for someone who can't really back up their words," she said slyly.
"Oh, I can't back my words up? We'll see about that..."
He pinned her against the bed, holding her wrists together over her head as he leaned down to kiss her.
"We'll see if you can back it up," she teased.
"If you can back it up," he corrected...
XOXOXOXOXOXOXOX
"Hey Kane, I'm gonna turn the AC on now," Taker said a couple of hours later.
"Yeah, ok, whatever. I'm getting sleepy," Kane said. "It's almost midnight."
"You big baby, get your ass up and let's go," Taker ordered.
"I don't wanna!" Kane whined.
Taker rolled his eyes into the back of his head, then cut his throat. "Don't make me chokeslam you!" he threatened. "Because I will!"
Kane knew Taker never made idle threats, so he got up and followed him downstairs.
When they got to the breaker box, Taker found the switch he had been about to flip earlier, then flipped it on. Then they went and found the main control panel that controlled the temperatures in each individual room. Finding it, Taker put it all the way on 50 degrees.
"Think that's cold enough?" Taker asked Kane.
"I think it's a little too cold," Kane said. "But that's just my opinion."
"Chris Jericho is used to the cold. He's lived in Canada, right?"
"But now he lives in Florida. That says something to you, doesn't it?"
"Whatever. Those two can keep each other warm," Taker said. He walked down the dark corridor and back up the stairs with Kane following close behind.
XOXOXOXOXOXOXOX
A few hours later, Stephanie's eyes opened. She shivered a little, then snuggled up against something nice, warm, and hard. An arm came around and pulled her closer, and she felt soft lips and a persistent tongue on her neck.
"Ah, the Princess finally awakens," Jericho whispered. "Guess I really wore you out last night."
She jumped up and turned around, coming face-to-face with Chris Jericho. She almost jumped out of her skin.
"Whoa, are you ok?" he asked, sitting up. He wasn't wearing anything at all, but she couldn't see anything below the waistline since they were both covered in a heavy blanket.
"What am I doing here with you?" she asked nervously. She knew what had happened last night but thought it was some kind of delicious dream.
"You don't remember last night?" he asked. "Because we made a lot of sweet memories last night."
"Would you believe me if I said I didn't?" she asked.
"Then I would just have to remind you," he said with a smile. Then his expression got serious. "Now what are you going to do about Triple H?"
"What do you mean? He is my husband, you know?" she replied, frowning at the thought of the man she'd married.
"You don't want him, though. You want me," he said. "I don't think you should stay with someone that you're not happy with."
She gave a shaky sigh. "You're right," she said quietly. She got up, naked, and started putting on her clothes. "I've got to go confront him."
"Wait, now before you do that, we really should make one more memory..."
How could she resist him? He pulled her back into the bed so they could make another sexy little memory that they would never forget...