Chapter 16
cjrocks: So...what are you wearing?
Stephy76: You already know, silly! You just left!
cjrocks: Nuh uh, that was a whole thirty minutes ago. You could be wearing something totally different now.
Stephy76: I'd like to be wearing you...wearing you out, that is.
cjrocks: Bad, bad Steph...
Stephy76: Who ever said I was good? Not me!
Chris smiled as he read the message Stephanie had just sent him. He was in his hotel room and it was right after Raw. He had no idea where the hell Trish was. Normally, that bothered him, but at the moment he didn't really care where she was. He was perfectly content with sending instant messages to Stephanie... He smiled again and replied.
cjrocks: True, no one ever said you were good, but I think you are... Good in bed.
Stephy76: So I am, am I? Well tell me this... What are YOU wearing?
He looked down at himself. He was leaning with his back against the headboard of the bed, wearing nothing but his boxers...
cjrocks: Boxers and skin.
Stephy76: Really? Hunter's not here... Shall I come rape you?
cjrocks: LOL, again!
Stephy76: You know you liked it.
cjrocks: True.
Stephy76: Besides, it's not rape if you consented, which you did.
cjrocks: I did?
Stephy76:
Yeah, if your moans were any indication...
He laughed at
that, remembering what they'd done back at the arena in her office
only a short while before. These days, it seemed like they were
always sneaking off together. It was dangerous, it was forbidden, it
was fun... And he was glad that he could be there for her since
Hunter wouldn't.
Just then, the door opened, and Trish stepped into the room. "Hey, baby," she said, smiling at him as she closed the door.
"Oh, hey," he answered. He knew he had to end his conversation with Stephanie, and he really didn't want to because he'd been having fun.
cjrocks: Sorry, I'm gonna have to cut this short... Trish is here.
Stephy76: That sucks. I was just about to tell you what I was wearing...or NOT wearing.
cjrocks: Damn it! Will you be up later?
Stephy76: Maybe.
cjrocks: Stay online. I'll send you a message soon, ok?
Stephy76: That's fine. I'll talk to you later.
cjrocks: Bye...
"So who were you talking to?" Trish asked curiously, walking over to the bed. She discarded her shoes and climbed into the bed next to him.
"Steph," he said, flipping the screen around on his Sidekick II and closing the AIM application. He set the phone down on the bedside table and looked at her.
"Oh. You call her by her nickname?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Well, yeah, we're friends now," he said with a shrug. He grabbed the remote and turned the TV on.
"What did you two talk about?" she wanted to know.
"Stuff," he said evasively, flipping idly through the channels. "Something good has to be on. I mean, all these channels... There just has to be something interesting on."
"There's not," she said, grabbing the remote. She flipped the TV off, then tossed the remote away and straddled him. "I want you, Chris..."
"I'm tired," he said, giving a fake yawn. "I'm...not in the mood."
"Not in the mood?" she repeated, perplexed. "How can you not be in the mood? I'm on top of you right now... Can't you feel me?"
"Yes, I feel you," he said with a sigh, putting his hands on her slim waist. "I definitely feel you, see? But I'm not in the mood to give you what you want right now."
"Then just relax and let me do all the work," she said slyly, leaning in to kiss him hard.
He kissed her back fully, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her closer. They kissed for a little while, and then he pulled back. "Trish... I can't..."
"Fine, but we'll have to do it soon. It's been a week and two days," she said, pouting and folding her arms.
"You've been counting?" he asked incredulously.
"Yes," she said, getting off of him. "I'm going to go take a shower... Hopefully you'll change your mind before I get out."
Not likely, he thought, watching her head for the bathroom. As soon as she closed the bathroom door, he grabbed his Sidekick II, flipped the screen up, and signed on to AIM so he could send Stephanie a message.
cjrocks: I'm back, for a little while at least.
Stephy76: So, what have you been up to...lover?
cjrocks: Lover? LOL... Trish was trying to get me to sleep with her.
Stephy76: Did you?
cjrocks: Nope, I wasn't in the mood...for her, anyway.
Stephy76: Who were you in the mood for?
cjrocks: You, of course...lover...
Stephy76: Oh, Hunter's here. Can I talk to you later?
cjrocks: Oh, blowing me off for the Neanderthal... I see how it is.
Stephy76: It's not like that, Chris.
cjrocks: Steph, I'm kidding. Relax, go do your thing.
Stephy76: Ok, I'll talk to you later.
cjrocks: Bye...again...and I'm sad now...
Stephy76: I'll make it up to you later... Bye...
Stephanie closed the screen on her Sidekick II and looked up as Hunter approached her. "Hi," she said quietly, wondering what he would say.
"Steph, we need to talk," Hunter said, sitting down on the bed next to her. He took her hands in his and looked at her. Noting the expectant look on her face, he cleared his throat and spoke. "I love you, you know that right?"
"Yes," she said, already mesmerized by his eyes.
"Well, I don't feel the need to have sex with you just to prove how much truly love you," he went on. He saw her open her mouth to speak, but before she could say anything, he leaned over and kissed her right on the lips.
She was more surprised than ever, but she didn't hesitate to return the kiss. Here... This was the loving, passionate man she had fallen in love with... She put her arms around him and pulled him closer. She had missed this contact with him, and she craved it. Sure, Chris satisfied her, and he did a damn good job of it, too...but Hunter was her husband, and she needed him.
"Steph, I'm so sorry," he whispered, kissing her on the neck. "I'm so sorry for the things I've done, for the way I've treated you..."
"It's ok. Everything's ok, as long as I have you," she whispered, pulling him back up for another kiss.
"You have me, Stephanie," he whispered against her lips. He thought back to what Trish had told him back in Chris's locker room, and he added, albeit hesitantly, "And you'll have me all night..."
Meanwhile, a few doors down, Trish stepped out of the shower and walked into the bedroom wearing a bathrobe and nothing else. She leaned in the doorway unnoticed and observed Chris. He had his phone in hand and was steadily pushing the scroll wheel. From the look of concentration on his face, he was quite interested in whatever he was reading.
"What are you reading?" she asked after a moment.
"Uh, nothing," he said quickly, closing his web browser and looking guiltily up at her. "Just this website I stumbled upon, this fanfiction thing."
"What's it about?" she wondered, walking over to the bed.
"Do you know what a Smoochy Dreamer is?" he countered.
"No, never heard of it," she said, looking confused. "Why?"
He looked off into space and a smile played on his lips. "I think I'm a Smoochy Dreamer now."
"I don't get it."
"I didn't expect you to."
"Whatever. Did you think about what I said?" she asked, changing the subject to something she wanted to talk about.
"I'm tired, Trish. I just want to sleep," he said, fake-yawning again. He pulled the covers back and got under them. "Maybe tomorrow night, ok?"
"You've been saying that since last Sunday!" she said, upset. "I even volunteered to do all the work and everything! Why won't you just screw me?"
"Because I don't want you right now! Don't you understand?" he exclaimed, sitting up again. He didn't know why he was suddenly in such a bad mood, but he was. "I don't want you! So stop throwing yourself at me!"
"I just want you to take me, Chris," she whined, reaching for him. "I just want you tonight."
"Not tonight," he said in a low, determined voice. He looked at her, surprised to see the hurt look on her face, and he calmed down a little. "Look, I don't mean to upset you or anything, but can you just respect my wishes tonight? Please?"
"Fine, Chris, fine. I'm going out. If you won't do me, some other guy will!" she exclaimed, frustrated. "I swear, you're treating me just like Hunter's treating Stephanie, and I'm not liking it! I'm not liking it at all!" She got up and walked over to her luggage, intent on finding something skimpy to wear so she could go out to a club.
"Don't compare me to Hunter," he said in a low voice, getting up and following her. "Don't you ever do that."
"I'm sorry, but it's true," she said, rifling through her clothes. "Hunter won't do Stephanie, you won't do me... Hell, maybe Stephanie and I should get together and do each other!"
He grabbed her arm and whirled her around to face him, suddenly angry that she had mentioned Stephanie. Before she could speak, he hauled her up against him and kissed her hard. He didn't like being compared to Hunter, that bastard, so he was going to prove that he wasn't like him at all.
He pulled back after a minute and practically glared at her, panting. "Is that what you want?" he asked, trying to catch his breath as he held her against him. "For me to kiss you like that?"
"I want so much more," she said breathlessly, kissing him again. She managed to pull him over to the bed without once breaking the kiss, and they fell onto the bed together, kissing wildly.
Before they knew it, her robe was on the floor, and she was working at the speed of light to undress him. As soon as his clothes were off, she pulled him down for another kiss. She just couldn't get enough of him...
"So this is what you want, huh?" Chris asked, leaning over Trish, hands touching her all over.
"Yes, Chris, please," Trish pleaded, trying to guide him to where she needed him most. Sure, she slept with Hunter often, and he was great in bed, but Chris had a different, more refined style, and that was what she needed tonight.
"Don't ever compare me to Hunter again," he told her, right before he kissed her. "I mean it."
"I won't, not ever," she promised. "Now please, Chris... Don't make me beg."
He leaned down and kissed her again. He vaguely wondered if he should really be doing this, because it kind of felt like he was betraying Stephanie...but that was a dumb feeling. Trish was his girlfriend; he was obligated to sleep with her. Stephanie was his friend, and he would be there for her when Hunter wouldn't, but Trish was his girlfriend and she needed him, too.
Still, though, he couldn't shake the feeling that sleeping with Trish was a bad idea... But he'd already gone this far, and he knew he couldn't just back down now...
Two Hours Later
Stephanie laid in the bed next to Hunter and looked up at the ceiling. She didn't know what to say to describe how she felt. After six months of not being with her husband, and then after finally being with him again, she felt... She didn't feel right. It hadn't been the way it had been before, meaning before she'd found him in the shower with Trish. He was different now, they were different, and sleeping with him hadn't been... Well, it hadn't been all that great.
"You ok?" Hunter asked softly, touching her arm.
"I'm fine," she answered, moving her arm away. "I'm just going to, uh, go take a shower and then maybe go for a little walk."
"A walk? This late at night?"
"Yeah. I won't go far, though."
He sat up in the bed. "Want me to join you?"
"No, I'll be ok alone," she assured him, getting out of the bed. She rummaged through her luggage and found something to wear, then went into the bathroom and shut the door. She quickly got into the shower, wanting to wash away everything that had just happened with her and Hunter, because it hadn't felt right at all. She wouldn't go so far as to say it had been horrible, but it had been pretty bad... She had faked her excitement the whole time, and she knew that he had been holding back as well... It was like their chemistry in the bedroom was just...gone.
She finished showering, then got dressed and walked out of the bathroom. She grabbed her phone and her card key, then quickly left the room without once looking back at her husband...
Chris sat at the hotel's bar, nursing a drink. He was confused and a little upset as well. Yeah, he'd slept with Trish, but when he thought about it, it didn't compare with what he was doing with Stephanie. He didn't really know how to explain it all, but when he'd slept with Trish a while before, it just hadn't been the way it used to be... He sipped his drink again and sighed, wondering what to make of this whole mess he suddenly found himself in.
"Who drove you to drinking?"
Chris turned around when he heard the voice, and he smiled when he saw who it was. "Hey, Steph," he said. "What are you doing down here?"
"I was just about to go for a little walk, you know, just to clear my mind," Stephanie replied, looking down. "It's pretty late. What are you doing down here?"
"Just thinking about my messed up life," he said, running a hand nervously through his hair. He stood up. "So you're going for a walk?" She nodded. "Mind if I join you?"
"Mind? No, I don't mind," she answered.
"Good, because I wanted to talk to you anyway, but I figured you would be asleep," he said. He pulled out a few bills and laid them on the bar before turning back to her. "There's something I did, and I feel like I should tell you."
"Is it bad?"
"It could be," he said honestly. "But let's go somewhere where we can be alone... I saw a park like a block away when I first got here earlier, so we could go there, if that's ok with you."
"That's perfectly fine," she said, already wondering what he wanted to tell her. She hoped he wasn't going to tell her that he couldn't sleep with her anymore, because her recent encounter with her husband had been quite the disaster, and without Chris... She'd probably just have to go without sex period.
They walked out of the hotel and down the street silently, both deep in thought. They reached the park soon enough, and he led her over to a discreet spot where a bench was. They sat down and looked at each other.
"So... What did you want to tell me?" she asked him after a moment.
"It's kind of hard to say, but, remember how I told you that Trish was trying to get me to sleep with her?" he began.
"Yeah, what about it?"
"Well, in the end, she compared me to Hunter and I gave in and did it," he said quietly, looking away. "I know you're probably mad at me now, but I didn't want to do it. I just didn't want her to compare the way I treat her to the way Hunter treats you... It's not exactly a compliment, you know?"
"Why would I be mad at you? She's your girlfriend," she pointed out. "And besides, I did something tonight that I'm not too happy about, either."
"What's that?"
"When Hunter came back, he started talking, and then all of a sudden, he just kissed me, and then... Well, we...you know." She looked at him, trying to read his expression.
"Finally, after over six months, he comes to his senses. I'm really...happy...for you," he said with a smile, although he had to force that smile to stay on his face.
"I'm not. You want the truth?"
"What's the truth?"
"The whole thing was a disaster," she said with a laugh. "A complete disaster. He... It's just not the way it used to be, and I wonder if maybe it always used to be that way and I just never noticed or something."
"So you didn't like it?" he asked hopefully.
"No," she said honestly.
"Wow... So what are you going to do now?" he asked curiously.
"I don't know. I...think I'm still going to be needing you, Chris," she said slowly. "Is that ok?"
"Is that ok? Of course it's ok," he said with a smile. "I'm actually kind of relieved that you didn't tell me that you wanted to stop being with me."
"Relieved? Why would you be relieved?"
"I just am," he said with a shrug. He changed the subject before she could say anything else. "Do you know what a Smoochy Dreamer is?"
"No, what is it?" she asked, brows furrowed.
"Look it up on your phone sometime, you'll find out. I think I've become one," he said, standing up. He looked at the time on his phone. "We better get back. I'm sure your...Hunter...is waiting for you, and we wouldn't want the Neanderthal to get all worried and stuff."
"Right, because his nose might grow a little longer or something," she put in, standing up as well.
"Shame on you, making fun of your husband, this man you love more than anything else in the entire world. You're a bad, bad woman..."
"Like I said earlier, who ever said I was good?"
They walked back to the hotel in a better mood, and he walked her up to her room. He stood there looking at her for a minute, then kissed her softly. He pulled back after a minute and smiled at her.
"Sleep tight, don't let Hunter bite," he said teasingly. "Your nose might grow as big as his."
"Ah, whatever," she laughed, but then she suddenly got serious. She leaned over and kissed him for a minute, and when she pulled back, she couldn't help but smile at the look on his face.
"What was that for?" he asked, awed.
"I don't know... Just because I wanted to kiss you," she said, shrugging. She opened the door and went inside. "Goodnight, Chris," she said. She waited for him to say it back, and after he did, she smiled at him and closed the door.
He stood there for a minute, just looking at the closed door. After a while, he just smiled to himself and headed back for his room...
A/N: Forgive me, people, I think I've lost my touch. There were so many ways this story could go, and I chose this way, but it just got weird all of a sudden... I don't know... I have some kind of writer's block that lets me write, but what I write isn't so great... Oh well, I guess. Stick with me, it'll get better soon!
