The Publix Adventure

"I'm beginning to think your dad has it in for me," Chris said to Stephanie. It was a couple of weeks after their steamy adventure, and they were finally back to normal, normal meaning hating each other with a passion.

"You? No, I think he has it in for me," Steph said. "But why don't you, I don't know, shut up and keep pushing the grocery cart?"

"You don't rule me," he reminded her. "I'm my own man."

She looked at him. "That has to be the corniest line I've ever heard you use, and that's pretty hard to pick out since most of your lines are generally corny."

"Screw you, Princess," he said, pushing the grocery cart down the aisle. "Screw. You."

You already did. I can't believe you've waited this long for round two, she thought, then shook her head. She was still trying to forget. It was a difficult task since her dad kept pairing her up with him to run errands and share locker rooms and whatnot but still she was willing to give it a valiant effort. Like today for instance, her dad just had to send the two of them to Publix for some last minute shopping for the barbecue he was throwing tomorrow. Like a servant couldn't have picked up the groceries instead...

"Did you hear what I said?" Chris asked, looking at her as he kept pushing the grocery cart down the aisle.

"What? You think I'm deaf?" she asked, trying to erase the thoughts she was having about him.

"Nah. I think you're just dumb," he replied, and she punched him in the arm. "Hey, if you wanna wrestle me, save it for the ring!" Or the bed, he added mentally, because no matter how much he tried to forget, he still remembered that night that they had shared a hotel room and gotten busy. Of course, the next morning had been pretty awkward, but now he rather liked the memory of what they had done. He felt kind of guilty because he really was a married man, but...

"Chris! I know you saw that!" Steph exclaimed, shaking his arm. "Quit daydreaming and look what you just did!"

He shook his head and floated back down to reality. In front of him, a store employee was on the floor crying his eyes out and hugging boxes of cake mix, which were scattered all over the floor.

"What the hell is wrong with him?" Chris asked curiously. "And why are all these boxes on the floor? That's a hazard." He looked up to see what aisle they were on. Aisle 7. "Cleanup on aisle 7! Cleanup on aisle 7!"

"Chris! You just ran the grocery cart into his cake display that he only just finished putting up, you ass," Steph said. "And now you're all yelling for cleanup when it's your fault in the first place!"

"Whatever. Are you saying I just made this mess?" he asked.

"Yes, you klutz! Now clean it up!" she screeched.

"Actually, you're both going to have to clean this up," a manager who had just walked up said.

Steph's mouth dropped open. "Me? Clean? Ha! Do you know who I am?"

"All too well. The Billion Dollar Princess. The Two Dollar Whore. You have interchangeable nicknames, huh?"

"Don't talk to her like that!" Chris exclaimed, already getting angry. "She's not a whore!"

"But you gave her that whole Two Dollar Whore nickname in the first place," the manager said.

"Oh yeah," Chris said, stumped as he looked for a way to defend her. He quickly said the first thing that came to his mind. "But that's my nickname for her. Therefore, you don't have permission from me to call her that."

"Whatever," the manager said, looking at his watch. "You two have to fix these boxes of cake mix back up the way my employee had just finished setting them up. We close at 11 P.M. and that's in 10 minutes, so make it snappy." He gave them a smile and then walked away. The employee who had been crying followed him closely.

"Now look what you've gotten us into," Steph said. "And what was the whole deal with the nickname argument?"

"Huh?" Chris asked, pretending like he didn't know what she was talking about. He started picking up the boxes.

"The whore thing," she said impatiently, beginning to pick up boxes as well.

"Oh that," he said. "That was nothing. Forget about it." He reached for another box.

"Why should I?" she asked.

She was looking at him as she reached for a box and just happened to grab the same one that he had grabbed. Her hand touched his softly and he looked up. Their eyes met.

"About the whore thing... You defended me. Why?" she asked.

"Just because I know you're not one. A whore, I mean," he answered.

"That's the nicest thing you've ever done for me," she said in a low voice. "And I really appreciate it."

"You're making a big deal out of nothing," he said, noticing that she still had her hand on his.

She gave a small laugh and started trailing her finger up and down his arm. "Chris, Chris, Chris... Whatever am I going to do with you?"

"You could stop distracting me so I could finish fixing this display," he suggested, catching her hand in his and pulling her close to him. "Or you could stop talking and kiss me. Either one would be great."

They stared into each other's eyes for a few quiet minutes. He didn't know why he'd suggested the second option and she didn't know why she was considering it.

"Option two sounds much better," she decided finally. She didn't know what the hell she was doing this for, but she slowly leaned in to kiss him...

And as soon as their lips touched, that's when every single light in Publix went out.

"What just happened?" Chris asked, his lips pressed against hers.

"Unless the people here at Publix neglected to pay their electricity bill, I think the store is closed," Steph replied. "Now quit talking and kiss me..."

"Ok," he agreed, and he kissed her.

It only took a few short moments for Stephanie's words to sink in. They both realized it at the same time. They broke apart and tried to look at each other in the dark.

"Just our luck," was all she said.

"Yep. Looks like we're locked in Publix for the night," he said indifferently.

"Since it's pitch black in here, what do you say we go and find a light?" she suggested in a shaky voice.

"Don't tell me you're still scared of the dark," he said, narrowing his eyes even though he knew she couldn't see the expression on his face.

"Duh, ok! Now let's just find a damn light!" she exclaimed, standing up and gripping his hand tightly. "And you better not let my hand go, or I will be highly pissed."

"What if I have to scratch something that itches?" he asked.

"Then I'll just have to scratch it for you," she replied.

"What if my nuts were itching? Would you scratch them for me?" he asked as they started walking.

"You can scratch your own nuts if they itch. Just not with the hand you're using to hold my hand," she said.

"Oh come on, you know you'd like to scratch them," he joked.

"You're an ass," she said, elbowing him hard in the side.

He doubled over to rub his side where she had elbowed him and tripped over some of the boxes. Since his profession demanded that he have good instincts, he broke his fall as he fell onto his back, managing not to hit his head on the hard floor. Since they had been holding hands, she fell down too, coincidentally right on top of him. She laid on top of him and lifted her face up a little try to look down into his eyes. Her long hair fell down on all sides of his face.

"I don't think we're meant to make it to the light right now," he said to her. "Because for some reason we keep ending up like this with our lips just inches away from each other's..."

"Maybe we can find the lights in a little while..." Her voice trailed off as she kissed him.

"Right. For now, let's lose our clothes," he suggested, and then they both quickly started to undress each other...

They never did find the switch to turn on the lights that night...

But the next morning it was bright as hell when they woke up. They woke up naked in the middle of aisle 7. He was sleeping behind her, typical spoon fashion, on the floor when she opened her eyes and noticed that they weren't in a hotel room somewhere. Instead, they were on the floor surrounded by the boxes of cake mix he had knocked over the night before.

"Chris," she whispered, trying to get up, but he had his arm around her and he kept pulling her back closer.

"Don't leave me, Stephanie," he murmured in his sleep. "I'll die without you."

She kept trying to wriggle her way out of his grasp, but she only succeeded in arousing them both.

His eyes popped open. "Oh man, you got me waking up with the morning wood," he exclaimed, letting her go so he could cover up.

"Hard as mahogany," she said breathlessly, trying to catch a peek at his "morning wood" and get dressed at the same time. "But we gotta get dressed and get this mess cleaned up."

They dressed quickly, then recreated the display of cake mix boxes in the middle of the aisle.

"Looks good," he said, standing back to admire their work. "And now for the final touch..." He added something on top but she was too busy looking at his muscular body to notice what it was that he had put up there.

"It needed a woman's touch," she joked, squeezing his arm.

"I need a woman's touch," he said pointedly, moving to stand behind her.

She leaned back against him and wiggled her hips. "Yep," she said after a minute. "You could definitely use a woman's touch. Now the question is, who's gonna want to touch you?"

"You will," he said, pulling her back against him when she tried to run away. "No other woman will do."

Just then, the lights started flickering on one by one. They looked at each other. After making an unspoken decision, they both ran for the bathroom in the back of the store as the lights flickered on above them.

"You're in the women's bathroom. You know that, right?" she asked him about a minute later.

"I know perfectly well. Woody here needs a little attention and I know we just bought some time," he said, pulling her into the first stall he came to and locking the door. He sat down on the closed toilet. "What do you say we fix this little problem of mine?"

She shrugged as he pulled her onto his lap. "Why not?"

About an hour later, they made themselves look presentable and walked out of the bathroom together. The store was full of early morning shoppers. As they walked past aisle 7 on their way to the nearest exit, they noticed a crowd of people standing around the cake mix display.

"What are they looking at?" she asked curiously.

"I'm sure it's nothing. They're just admiring our handiwork," he said, grabbing her arm and trying to pull her away.

She looked at him suspiciously. "You're acting very weird, Chris... I'm going over to take a look."

"You really shouldn't," he said.

"And why is that?" she asked, narrowing her eyes at him.

"Because... For-the-finishing-touch-I-put-your-thong-on-top-of-the-display," he said in a low, rushed voice.

"You did WHAT?" she exclaimed loudly.

"I said for the finishing touch I put your thong on top of the display," he repeated, only this time in a clearer and louder voice.

She gave him a LOOK, then stalked over to the crowd of people around the display. "Excuse me, princess coming through. Pardon me, excuse me..." She made her way to the middle of the crowd where the display was as Chris watched from behind with an amused look on his face. She stood on her tippy toes and grabbed her thong off the top. "I believe this is mine." Then she made her way back through the crowd, twirling her thong around on her finger and whistling as they all watched her. When she got back to Chris, she smiled sweetly at him. "I hope you enjoyed last night and this morning, because it will never, eeeeever happen AGAIN!" Then she turned her head and walked out of Publix.

He watched her walk away and smiled. He knew it would happen again. She couldn't resist him and he couldn't resist her no matter how hard they tried. His head filled with vivid images of their wild encounters and he smiled as he walked out of Publix and followed her to the car...

After people found out that it was Stephanie McMahon's thong on top of the cake mix display, they all started grabbing boxes and putting them in their grocery carts. By 10 A.M. that same morning, Publix no longer had any boxes of cake mix in stock...

Yeah, I said I wouldn't add any chapters... But why not? So if I get any more ideas, I'll add more chapters:-)