Roadside Adventure

"Your father gets off on torturing me," Chris said, driving the rental car down a deserted road. Trees lined both sides of the road.

"Shut up. I'm the one who's being tortured," Steph said. "Now can you please turn this crap down?" She looked pointedly at the radio.

He grinned and turned it up instead of down. "This is Fozzy, babe. It's hot!" He joined in with the song. "L-O-V-E... All I need's my love machine!"

She rolled her eyes and turned to the next CD. "Y'all bitch crews...don't wanna fuck with us!" John Cena's voice filled the car and she smiled and nodded her head in time with the music.

"You're so evil," he muttered before turning the radio off.

"You're just noticing that? I'm the devil, only much sexier," she said, smirking.

"And that just earned you one point," he said. "Keep going all the way to ten and I'm gonna pull over and give you what you've been asking for all day."

"Promise?" she joked with an innocent look on her face.

"Try me," he said. He looked at her and smiled that trademark smile. She practically melted in her seat. "By the way, you now have two points."

"How do I get more?" she asked sweetly. She made sure he was watching as she slowly ran her tongue over her lips.

"Keep testing me and you'll find out," he said, gripping the steering wheel tightly and trying his hardest to keep his eyes on the road. Why did Vince McMahon find the need to torture him this way by making him and Steph drive together to the next city?

"Hey, you loser, did you not hear what I said or are you ignoring me on purpose?" she asked, shaking his leg to get his attention.

He looked down at her hand on his thigh. "Wow, Princess, if you want to touch me then feel free."

"Now is not the time," she snapped. "The freakin' car is smoking and all you can think about is me touching you."

"You should be flattered," he said, smiling and humming a song. Then he realized what she'd just said. "Wait, wait, the car is smoking?" he asked, looking at her.

"Duh, Chris, look out the window," she told him.

He looked out the window. "You're right, but you get another point for being mean."

"Chris, I'm a bitch. It's my job to be mean," she said honestly.

"Another point for calling yourself a bitch," he said as he pulled the car over to the side of the road. "That's four points already. You're just racking them up, aren't ya?"

"Shut up and just find out what's wrong with the car," she snapped at him. "It's gonna get dark outside."

"Two more points," he said softly, opening the car door and beginning to get out.

"What for?" she asked curiously, watching him as he was getting out of the car.

"One for telling me to shut up and one for pointing out the obvious," he stated. He sat back in the car and leaned over to touch her face softly. "Four more points and you're mine."

"I don't think so," she said, not bothering to move his hand. "Maybe in your dreams."

"My dreams have a way of coming true often," he whispered. He leaned close until his lips were mere inches away. "And you just earned yourself an extra point." He brushed his lips over hers and then hopped out the car so he could see what the problem was.

"So what's the verdict?" she asked him a few minutes later when he joined her in the car.

"I can't figure out what's wrong," he complained. "I'm not an auto expert but I can usually figure out the problem."

"Perhaps you've taken one too many blows to the head," she said with a knowing smile.

"You have no idea, and I'm not even talking about steel chair shots from work," he said. She raised her eyebrows, then gave him a light shove. "You've earned another point. Two more points, Stephanie. Two more points..."

"And your point is?" she asked, knowing this would get her another point. She was obsessed with finding out exactly what would happen to her when she'd accumulated ten points.

"Another point for being sassy. Are you curious about your fate yet?" he asked, studying her. "Don't you want to know what I'm going to do to your body?"

"Well, now if you'd like to enlighten me then that would be great," she said, carefully trying to conceal her excitement and curiosity.

"Well first, I'm gonna touch your hair like this..." He reached over and started stroking her hair. "Then I'm going to caress your face like this..." He softly touched her face, gently with his rough hands.

"What then?" she asked, loving how his hands were touching her face.

He put on a serious face. "Then I'm going to kiss you, like this..." He leaned over and kissed her softly... "And then I'll let my hands travel to wherever they want to go," he said as his hands did exactly that.

"And after that?" she asked a little breathlessly.

"After that? Well, you'll just have to find that out when you get that last point," he said, smiling a crooked smile at the look on her face when he stopped touching her. "What?" he asked. "Something wrong?"

She couldn't believe he'd stopped just like that! But if he could play games then so could she! She smiled warmly at him. "Oh, nothing's wrong, Chris. I was just a little surprised when you stopped," she said in a calm voice.

"Earn that last point and I'll keep going," he said in a low voice.

She sat back in her seat. "How about we listen to a little bit of your music? Do you have that one song you did...uh...'Don't You Wish You Were Me'?" she asked.

"Uh, yeah, I have it," he said, wondering what was up with her.

"Can you turn it on for me, sweetie?" she asked sweetly.

"Sure," he said. He sat in total confusion as his voice filled the car and Stephanie smiled.

"I just love this song!" she gushed. "You're totally right, all the guys envy you because you're king."

He raised an eyebrow. "What?"

Instead of answering him, she pulled her hair out of her ponytail and let it fall straight down, framing her face. "Hey Chris," she said, turning to look at him while twisting a few strands of her hair around her finger.

"Yeah?" he asked.

'It's getting kind of...hot...in here. Do you mind if I take my shirt off?" she asked, looking at him with innocent eyes.

"Go ahead if you want," he croaked. He watched her take off her shirt to reveal a lacy black bra.

"Ooh, this feels much better," she sighed. She saw the hungry look on his face and decided to see if she could push him just a little further to his point of destruction. "I think I'll get in the backseat. More room back there, ya know?" she asked with a wink.

He watched silently as she slowly climbed over the seat, pausing for a minute to give him a view of her butt in her short skirt. Then she leaned back comfortably in the backseat and closed her eyes. "This is awesome..."

He was over the seat and on top of her in an instant. "You're mine now," he whispered.

"Now wait a second. I only have nine points," she teased. "I thought I needed ten points."

"Damn it," he cursed, trying to think of a loophole. Then he smiled. "You get eleven points added to your nine," he said, "just for teasing me almost to the brink of insanity!"

"Really... Well you explained how you'd start when I had ten points, but twenty? How's that gonna go?" she wondered.

He chuckled. "It's gonna be twice as hot as I'd planned it," he warned her. "And it's all your fault."

"Shut up and kiss me..."

"You just earned yourself another point..."

"Screw the points," she said shortly as he kissed her neck.

"I'd much rather screw you," he breathed into her ear.

"Then do it!" she exclaimed.

He laughed. "Your wish is my command..."

A few hours later they were back on the road again. There seemed to be no problems with their rental.

"Luckily these windows are tinted," Chris was saying.

"Yeah, because I know you'd be so embarrassed to be seen with me," Steph said sadly.

"What? Are you kidding me, Stephanie?" he asked. "You're a sweet woman. I love...hanging out with you."

"Really?" she asked, looking at him.

"God, woman, what's wrong with you?" he asked, hitting the steering wheel. "You drive me mad!"

She laughed. "The feeling is mutual. Sometimes I can't tell whether I should hate you or love you."

The car slammed on brakes. "Love me!" he screeched, looking at her with confusion in his eyes. "Explain."

"We have the whole love/hate relationship going on, right?" she asked, looking at him. "I mean, one minute we're arguing with each other..."

"And the next minute," he said, reaching over to rub her arm until her skin tingled... "The next minute we're all over each other."

"Weird."

"Crazy."

They looked at each other...

"Let's pull over," she suggested, and he was quick to comply...

As the sun rose in the early morning sky, Stephanie snuggled closer up to Chris, enjoying the warmth of his muscular body in the back seat.

"My dad's the biggest assclown I've ever known," she whispered to him, her head pressed against his chest so she could listen to his heart beating.

"I agree," he whispered back, pulling her closer to him.

"Well, the biggest assclown besides you," she corrected herself, tracing his muscles with a finger.

"If I had enough strength, Steph, you'd be on your back right now," he said in a voice that made her shiver.

"Looks like I've worn you out," she said, grabbing his hand.

He squeezed her hand and laughed. "You just earned yourself another point..."