PG-13 to R.
A/N: It just came to me in stoning. :).
Stephanie would have never thought that this kind of thing would ever happen to her.
After her dizzy purple-yellow after-sleep haze had dissipated, the whitewashed ceiling seemed to stop circling about above her. She remembered nothing, and that was a definite sign of doom; she didn't even know who she had been out with. The youngest McMahon kicked herself up into a sitting position to take in her surroundings---
Hotel rooms were a bad place to wake up in.
Not that she really thought anything of it, after the silky sheen of her violet evening dress caught her eye. Strange, she didn't exactly recall penning down a function into her schedule. Steph wriggled her toes.
Wait, is that…
A human-shaped bump in the blanket beside her was not what she expected. But judging from her temporary amnesia, she had pretty much geared herself up for more surprises by the time the room stopped moving.
At least she didn't sleep with him.
Stephanie tugged the sheet down.
Thank GOD I didn't sleep with him!
She instantly scrambled out of bed. Chris Jericho!
He shifted and as he regained consciousness, the astounded brunette struggled to find her shoes. There was no way. Someone must've slipped her something before she left the house. It was impossibility for Stephanie to have had any voluntary contact with this man, this, this disgusting son of a bitch lying in the bed.
"Holy
shit," Jericho mumbled as he rose from the bed, obviously fazed and
unaware of the current situation. "Where the hell am I?"
"Yeah,
why don't you tell me?" the princess snapped. She
found each of her matching metallic purple shoes beneath the drawers
and on a chair in the corner of the room.
"Whoa, whoa, what?"
He wiped out the blurriness with his curled finger.
"Don't
act like you don't know anything, Jericho, I'm sure you
had a wonderful time planning this for ages," and by mid-sentence,
she tossed a heel at her most hated adversary. When it struck him in
the jaw and left a mark, she winced out of guilt. Sure, she hated
him, but she'd hate even more to actually hurt anyone herself. But
he didn't need to know that.
"Ow, you bitch!" he rubbed the
side of his face. Throwing a brutal, animalistic glare at her
direction, he said, "I don't even know how I got here, and you
accuse me of kidnap?"
"You have every reason to kidnap me, don't think I don't know that!" Stephanie bit out pointedly at him. "I can't believe this. GOD, I don't know what kind of conspiracy you're thinking of, Jericho."
He
huffed violently. "There isn't any existing conspiracy involving
you in the entire world, because nobody wants to ever get tied
up in something so troublesome and annoying as YOU ARE." The former
champion shook his head hard once to quell the soreness that would
hit him thereafter, and covered the span of his forehead with one
hand.
She had to leave. Not because she was afraid he'd pull
another stunt to make things worse, but because she was thoroughly
embarrassed. He was half right, but she would be the last person on
earth to voice out an agreement with him. And she didn't have to
see his face for the rest of her life after this if she walked out
now.
Angrily letting her remaining shoe drop to the floor, she forced her feet in and moved closer to the bed to snatch the other shoe from the bed. She reached out---
---and let an unfamiliar gleam distract her picture perfect exit.
Steph may have been a fan of white gold, but not when Jericho's first name had been engraved on it.
What was worse was that Jericho had a matching one with her name on it staring straight back at her.
"Oh
my God!" she screamed. "Oh, MY GOD!"
Jericho groaned and
looked back at her. He had retaliation in mind, but nobody would have
any words to say if they saw the princess staring back and forth
between her ring finger and his that frantically.
"Oh my God," he realized.
"That's what I said!" He didn't know how to react.
Stephanie's hands literally shook. Jericho ran a thumb over his band for a bit before slipping it off and inspecting it fully. He wasn't all that surprised to find 'Forever Yours' on the inside, but it didn't really hit him what it meant until seconds later.
"Holy SHIT!" He almost laughed it out with hysteria. "This is not fucking possible," he said, and immediately flung it towards the mirror at the dresser. Then he got up, went back to scout for it, and paced around.
He even opened the windows and screamed, "OH. MY FUCKING. GOD!"
Well, Stephanie couldn't believe it either.
