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Chris and Stephanie were sitting there perfectly content to watch television and cuddle. It was getting dark outside but they didn't have any specific plans other than just being with each other. In a lot of ways, it seemed like they had been together for a long time instead of just a few days.
"So tell me Princess, how's life been treating you the last new days?" Chris asked with a smug look on his face. He had to say that he was having the time of his life. Stephanie had the same kind of warped sense of humor that Chris had. It was totally great to finally tell a joke without having to explain the joke when he was finished.
"Well, to be honest, they've actually been pretty good," Stephanie said with a slight smile on her face. She had never been more comfortable around a man in her life. She got up in the mornings with her bed hair and grouchiness only to be greeted by Chris with his bed head and his 'take on the world' mentality.
It took him only one morning to learn that she needed one full cup of coffee before any 'serious' conversation could be started. Before that one cup of coffee, he took great delight in aggravating her almost to the point of pissing her off. Once he got to that point, he would pout a little and have a puppy dog face. She would usually just roll her eyes and grab her coffee cup wondering what on earth she had seen in Chris Jericho. By the time the coffee was in her, Chris had made her laugh at least a dozen times with his antics thus voiding her earlier question into oblivion not to be thought of again until the next morning.
In a lot of ways, they were a lot different but it worked for them and that was all that really mattered. It had taken them a few days to learn the read each other better than when they were friends. For some reason, they both acknowledged that they each had their faults and expected the other one to call them on it when needed to be.
"I have to say that you look pretty damn good too," Chris said raising his eyes up and down making Stephanie laugh. They had had a few tense promising sexual moments but something always seemed to interrupt them. He was 'willing, ready, and able' but he didn't want to push Stephanie into something that she wasn't ready for. He could wait; for her, he could wait as long as it took.
"You're just too much sometimes," Stephanie said shaking her head. "I don't know why I like you so much."
"It's because I'm Y2J baby, the hottest thing going in the wrestling world today," Chris said with another smug look on his face.
Stephanie smirked at him with her trademark smirk. "You know, I could make your life a total and complete living hell, if I wanted to."
"Now, why would you want to do something like that?" Chris asked with a grin.
Stephanie showed her trademark smirk again. "Look at who my father is and then ask me that again."
"Oh that's right, you are the spawn of Satan, aren't you?" Chris said with a smirk on his face.
Stephanie grabbed a pillow off of the couch and popped him upside the head. He grinned at her and grabbed a pillow himself determined to get her back. She grinned and jumped up from the couch shouting, "Look mister, this is my house and you are not hitting me with that pillow."
"Oh really?" Chris said with a gleam in his eyes. If she thought for one minute that she could hit him with a pillow and get away with it, she was sorely mistaken. She needed to learn to not start something if she wasn't willing to finish it. He was just going to have to show her how things were going to be.
Stephanie grinned and ran behind the couch, "Oh really!" He needed to learn who made the rules in her house. He also needed to learn that they played by 'her' rules and not his. The sooner he learned that, the better off he would be. Until then, she would just have to show him how things worked.
Chris smiled and slowly got up from the couch, stalking his prey. Stephanie slowly walked around the couch away from him following his every move. When he moved towards her, she would go in the opposite direction. Each one was determined to have their way and the 'battle of the sexes' had officially begun.
"You know Princess, you picked the wrong guy to have a pillow fight with," Chris said with a slight grin.
"I didn't pick a fight. I hit you with a freaking pillow for calling me the and I quote, 'spawn of Satan.' That is definitely not starting a fight. That is called retribution," Stephanie said with a gleam in her eye.
"Well, you hit me and now I have to hit you. Sorry Princess, that's how it works," Chris said moving quickly around the couch.
"I had a reason for hitting you, you're doing it just for spite," Stephanie said quickly moving out of his way.
"Now Steph, you're wounding my manly pride. You know that as a man, I just can't let you hit me and then get away with it," Chris said chasing her around the couch.
The phone ringing brought them to an abrupt halt. Stephanie held up her hands in the form of a 'T' in order to call time out, which had become their little 'break' signal. This wasn't the first time the 'T' was brought out and they were both pretty sure that it wouldn't be the last. Chris nodded his head while Stephanie walked over and answered the phone.
"Hello," Stephanie said keeping one eye on Chris. She trusted him but only so far when she had the upper hand. He was capable of not minding the 'T' at times.
"Hey Steph," Trish said with excitement in her voice. "We so need to talk about Benoit and Lillian. Can you talk right now?"
"Sure, just give me a minute to get into my office," Stephanie said with a gleam in her eye. She covered the receiver with her hand and said, "Give me five minutes and I'll be done."
"No problem," Chris said plopping down on the couch. "I'll be right here."
Stephanie quickly walked down the hallway, into her office, and shut the door. She started to walk towards her desk and changed her mind. She turned around and locked the door as a safety measure before sitting down in her computer chair. "Ok, I can talk now."
"Great, well, my first question is are you coming to Chris's house later in the week?"
"Yes, that is the game plan," Stephanie answered.
"Ok, well, Lillian is going to visit me on Friday and Benoit is visiting Jay on Friday as well. Isn't that just great?" Trish said with a giddy voice.
"How did you pull that off?" Stephanie asked.
"Well, Jay is worried about Benoit being alone all the time so he called him up and invited him to come stay with us. He is making this almost too easy for me," Trish said with a smug tone to her voice. "Anyway, when I found out that Benoit was coming, I couldn't stop myself from calling Lillian and inviting her over, without Jay knowing, of course."
"Of course," Stephanie said with a knowing look. "Next question, do you have enough room for the both of them along with us?"
"Yes, Benoit will have to sleep on the pull out couch but I don't think he will mind doing that for Lillian. Did I tell you that I caught him looking at her at the airport?"
"No," Stephanie said with a shocked voice. "Details girlfriend, give me details!"
"Well, we were walking to our planes when Jay went to get his ticket at the counter. I happened to notice that Lillian was standing by herself so I walked over and started talking to her. Then I just glanced at Benoit and he's just staring at her with the saddest puppy dog face that I have ever seen."
"Wow, Benoit with a puppy dog look; that's hard to imagine," Stephanie said with a grin.
"I know but it was there, I swear," Trish said with an excited tone to her voice. "Hold on a second."
Stephanie sat there listening to Trish tell Jay that she was on the phone. She wouldn't be but a few more minutes. She then covered the phone but Stephanie heard the smacking of lips and grinned. Some things never changed and she desperately hoped that Jay and Trish never changed.
"Ok, I'm back," Trish said quietly. She was still stunned by Jay's kiss, which never ceased to amaze her. Every time they kissed, it always felt like the very first time they had kissed. She grinned as she heard Stephanie's response.
"Eeeww, the next time you decide to kiss Jay, make sure I can't hear the slurping noises," Stephanie said teasingly.
"Honey, the slurping is the best part," Trish said cheekily.
"Ok, way too much information, back to the subject," Stephanie said shaking her head in amusement. "What time is everybody getting there?"
"Lillian will be here Friday night about 7 while Benoit is going to get here around noon," Trish said. "I can't believe how easy Jay is making this for us."
"Ok, we need a game plan," Stephanie said chewing her lip a little. "We need to send the guys out so they don't see Lillian until they get back."
"Ooooo, element of surprise, I like that," Trish said. She loved having Stephanie back in her life. She was always so good at planning and plotting. Whenever there was a snag, Stephanie would always know what to do to get out of it.
"Ok, here's what we do," Stephanie said with an excited tone in her voice. "Let's plan a cookout but later on in the day. We'll send the guys out for stuff around 6:30. That will give us time to warm Lillian up before Benoit and the guys get back."
"Sounds like a plan, Jay's coming back up the hall. Gotta go, I'll call you later," Trish said with an excited tone her voice. "I can hardly wait until Friday."
"Me either," Stephanie said with a grin. "Bye."
She noticed that Trish hung up without saying good bye. She didn't think much about it. Trish was forever just hanging up the phone without saying goodbye. She turned around and opened the door to see what Chris was getting into.
She turned around the corner and said, "Chris," when a pillow came out from nowhere and hit her square in the mouth. Chris leaned against the wall with a grin on his face.
"I guess we're even now Princess," Chris said with a grin.
Stephanie stalked over to her victim with one thing in mind; revenge. She smiled an innocent smile and walked over in front of Chris. "You know what, I would say that you got me pretty good there."
"Yes, I did, didn't I?" Chris asked smugly which was becoming a habit with him. "I am the King of the World, after all."
"Yes, you are," Stephanie said with a knowing look on her face. "You are also one of the sexiest men alive."
"Keep talking Princess," Chris said with a grin. "I'm liking this kind of talk."
"Well, you are just so hot and it's all that I can do to keep my hands off of you," Stephanie said taking her finger and running it down his shirt. She moved in to kiss him and stopped. Chris felt her breath on his lips, "All I want to do is just pounce on you."
"Pounce away baby, pounce away," Chris said with lust showing in his eyes. "I'll show what King of the World really means."
"I bet you could," Stephanie said her lips still hovering on his. She then smiled an evil smile and said, "Too bad you're not going to find out how hot I am anytime soon."
Stephanie turned and walked away from Chris who looked to be in pain. She calmly sat down on the couch and turned on the TV relishing in the fact that she left him hanging big time. She took her hands and put them behind her head while putting her feet up.
"Uh Princess, what just happened here?" Chris asked with an unsure tone to his voice.
"You just found out that paybacks are a bitch and so am I," Stephanie said with a smirk.
Dave walked around the room like a caged animal. He didn't want to do what Hunter wanted him to do. He didn't mind do a lot of things as long as it didn't involve breaking the law. This time, it was breaking the law and Dave wanted absolutely no part of it.
"How do I tell them that?" Dave asked himself walking to look out the window. He closed his eyes and wished that something, anything would pop into his head and get him out of this mess. He opened his eyes and suddenly knew what he had to do.
He walked over and picked up his cell phone. He went through the directory on his phone and hit the button to dial him. He just hoped he answered. He needed his help and he needed it fast. He smiled as he heard the voice on the other line pick up and say, "Hello."
"Hey it's Dave, I need your help man," Dave said with a sad look on his face. "I'm getting in over my head big time. Can I come visit you tomorrow?"
"Dave didn't look too happy with our plan," Hunter said sitting at the bar with Ric. His face matched his anger. The one thing that he didn't like was not getting his way. He hoped Dave wasn't stupid enough to walk away from the chance of a lifetime. "I didn't like that look on his face at all."
Ric nodded in agreement. "I know, I saw it too." He was surprised to see the look of shock and horror in Dave's eyes when Hunter mentioned his plan. Ric was expecting the shocked look but he damn sure wasn't expecting the horror look in Dave's eyes. He thought the man was tougher than that.
"Damn it," Hunter said the frustration evident in his voice. "It doesn't get any better than us and he is going to throw it all away over nothing."
"You have to remember, he used to be a cop," Ric said smiling at the lady who brought him another drink. He waited for her to walk off before he continued his conversation. "I'm sure he is just having a hard time with breaking the law."
"Breaking what law? We are the law; the law of Raw," Hunter said with a smug look on his face. "The sooner he understands that, the better off he will be." He had every faith that Dave would come around. Dave knew who was in charge. It was only a matter of time before everybody else did too.
"Baby, please, you know you want me," Chris said whining from the outside of Stephanie's bedroom door. He couldn't believe that she had cut him off without ever even giving him any. He knew he had screwed up royally this time and he didn't have a clue on how to fix it.
"Not right now, I don't," Stephanie said while combing her hair.
Stephanie was still mad about the sneak attack on the pillow. Chris had been mentally cursing himself over the wisdom of his actions. He just knew that they were going to 'do it'. The only problem with that while Stephanie got his hopes up earlier; she had shot them down just as fast and kept shooting them down quicker than he could beg for it.
"Sweetheart, can I at least get a good night kiss?" Chris begged.
"Nope, not tonight," Stephanie said with a small grin looking at her reflection in the mirror.
"But why not? I mean, sure, it was pretty crappy of me to do a sneak attack with the pillow and all but come on, it was just fun and games," Chris said with a hopeful tone in his voice.
"Oh, well, I don't feel like kissing you right now," Stephanie said walking over to her door. "I'm serious. I didn't sneak attack you and I don't appreciate you doing it to me that way."
"I'm sorry," Chris said leaning his head against the door with his eyes shut. He was mentally berating himself when the door opened with him not expecting it.
Suddenly, Chris's eyes widened as he fell face first into the floor while Stephanie stood there laughing. He groaned and rubbed his head. He knew from the way his forehead felt that he had carpet burn and it hurt. Damn, was everything determined to make his life miserable today?
"Are you ok?" Stephanie asked with a happy tone in her voice. She couldn't stand there and pretend that what she just saw happen wasn't funny because it was freaking hilarious. The look on his face before he hit the ground was almost enough to get him off of her shit list, almost but not quite.
"I think so though we might need to check and see if there is any skin left on my forehead," Chris said slowly standing up. He turned to look at Stephanie and scowled after noticing her smiling from ear to ear. "You don't have to be so happy about it."
"Oh yes, I do," Stephanie said with a smirk. "You know, that was pretty damn funny."
"No, it wasn't," Chris said with a scowl on his face.
"Oh but yes it was," Stephanie said with a smirk. "I thought it was hilarious."
"I'm hurt," Chris said with a wounded look on his face. "There I was, sincerely apologizing to you from the bottom of my heart and I land on my face. Then I look up to see said person that I was apologizing to laughing in my face."
"Oh you poor baby," Stephanie said patting him on the cheek. "If you can't take it, then don't dish it out."
"I wasn't the one that started the stupid pillow fight," Chris said like a spoiled child not getting his way.
"I didn't start a 'pillow fight'. I just hit you with the pillow. You're the one that decided it was a pillow fight," Stephanie said using logic to explain her actions.
Chris looked at her with an astonished look on his face. "You mean to tell me that you are trying to rationalize this by saying it wasn't a fight."
"That's exactly what I'm saying."
"I don't believe this," Chris said leaning against the door with his eyes shut. He opened his eyes and looked at Stephanie. "Are we having our first fight?"
"No, I think we are having a disagreement, not our first fight."
"Oh, ok, just checking," Chris said with a smile. "Now, how about that goodnight kiss?"
Stephanie smiled and walked in front of Chris. She leaned up and kissed him softly. "Good night Chris." She then pushed him out of the door slamming it shut before she had a lapse of judgement and changed her mind. "Sweet dreams."