A/N: Still owning of the nothing. Except the McMahon DVD! Fweee! Steph is in it so much! I'm sooo happy! AND it's a great DVD!
Ehh, this hasn't been looked over by my darling Mada. Soo, it's pretty much as I wrote it.
Her internal debate took less than a minute, the entirety of which, Chris spent studying her bowed head, wondering what she was about to say. Stephanie raised her head and looked directly into his impossibly blue eyes. Smiling slightly, she tugged his head down so her lips were almost touching his ear.
"Don't stop."
Chris smiled down at Stephanie, the happiness in his eyes evident. She smiled back at him shyly, biting her lip. Chris reached his hand up to trail his index finger down the side of her neck and across her collarbone, taking a moment to appreciate what she was wearing. The short skirt, knee high boots and low cut top left almost nothing to the imagination, something that Chris was very thankful for. He grinned as she squirmed under his intense scrutiny, holding her in place with his legs on either side of hers.
The grin faded as he saw the swirl of emotions in her eyes, the self deprecation that was present. "You're beautiful." He said sincerely. "Absolutely beautiful." Chris was a little surprised that he had voiced his opinion so soon after having her accept him; he didn't want to scare her off but what he had seen in her eyes only moments before, as though she didn't want him to look at her, least he find any faults that she seemed to see in herself, made him want to reassure her of her beauty.
He continued to study her as she smiled crookedly. "Thanks. So are you." Chris grinned at her, then brought his head down to her neck. He trailed soft kisses from her shoulder up to underneath her ear, smiling against her skin as he heard her soft whimper. He pulled away, then leaned in to kiss her properly when she stopped him with two fingers to his lips.
"Chris ..." she breathed. "I... I'm not... I don't do this ... I just want you to know ..." Stephanie looked into his eyes, imploring that he understand. He nodded, and took her small hand in his, pressing a kiss to her knuckles.
"I know Princess. I.. I never meant what I said. I just want you to know.. " Chris blinked, the magnitude of the situation finally sinking in on him. He had Stephanie McMahon, up against a wall in his dressing room, and she wanted him. Damn, was he a lucky SOB or what?
He wrapped both of his arms around her waist spinning them both around so that he had his back to the wall, and leaned in to capture her lips with his. He gently backed her up until the backs of her knees hit the couch against the opposite wall. Pulling away he leaned down and grabbed his bag, throwing it blindly behind him. Chris straightened up and noticed the look Stephanie was giving him. "What?"
She grinned at him, and looked over his shoulder for a second before focusing on his face again. "You realize that everything came out of your bag when you did that, right?" He shrugged, and attacked her throat with his lips and teeth, eliciting a slight moan from her. Gently lowering her down onto the couch he covered her body with his, resting his forearms on either side of her head as it lay on the arm of the couch.
As their kisses grew more heated, Stephanie brought her hands up to tangle in his blonde hair. She relished the sensations that Chris was making her feel, the sensation of his lips against hers, the sensation of his hands on her body ... and that thing he was doing with his tongue wasn't too bad either. If only that damn knocking would stop.
Wait a minute ... knocking? "Chris." Stephanie said, "Chris!"
Chris pulled away from the brunette and frowned. "Huh?"
"Chris, there's someone at the door..." Stephanie mumbled, tearing her eyes away from his exposed chest long enough to flick her gaze over the door before it returned stubbornly to Chris's chest.
Chris muttered under his breath before pulling himself off Stephanie and making sure he was decent. He looked down and cursed quietly. Not so much with the decent there, but as long as it wasn't Vinnie Mac at his door it shouldn't be a problem. Unless it was Trish Stratus, but he didn't even want to think about that. Supressing an inward shudder at the imagery his mind presented him of the blonde Canadian woman, he stalked over to the door, looking back over his shoulder at Stephanie, who looked as though she was trying to disappear into the couch. He sighed. If this fucked things up, he would NOT be a very happy camper.
Pulling the door open he snarld, "What do you want junior?"
"Vince McMahon wants to see you, now." The frightened stagehand muttered before scurrying away.
"Great." He turned back to look at Stephanie. "I have to go." She nodded and wrapped her arms around herself.
"I'll stay."
A/N: (Oh, no not again!) If you see any mistakes or anything, let me know. Or, just say something because reviews are my crack. Feed my habit?
