Sorry this took so fucking long, I've just been distracted by my new fic...which by the way if you haven't checked out you should give it a chance its Jericho/Lita I know that sounds odd buts it my new fav pairing and prob my fav fic I've ever done: ) but without further ADO here is the long OVERDO chapter 9...review please : )

It had been about a week since Chris had seen Trish, and he actually found himself missing her company. He had gotten used to having her as part of his everyday life, and so having her gone for seven days to visit her family felt weird to him now. Of course they had been talking on the phone everyday, but it wasn't the same. The last time he'd seen her was after her match with Molly on Monday, she was ecstatic to be named number one contender and he never wanted to forget the way her face lit up when she smiled that hard.

Although he'd be lying if he said he hadn't thought about Stephanie, thoughts of her consumed a lot of his free time as well. With Trish not there to take his mind off of her, it became harder and harder to keep her from his thoughts and dreams. He couldn't seem to shake the image of the hurt on her face when he told her things were over for good, and he couldn't seem to forget the jolt of electricity he felt when she placed her hand on his to plead with him.

He wanted to tell her that they could just be together again, but he couldn't torcher himself like that any longer...he wanted all of her and she couldn't give him that. So now it seemed he was going to have to settle for none of her, she'd just have to go on without him. Hell, she had been doing great at being without him for months and now suddenly she swore to need him. It was confusing for Chris, it made his heart and his mind hurt...but he had to let go...it was the right thing to do.

The phone rang, jolting him from his confliction. "Hello." He said, picking it up and placing it to his ear.

"Hey baby," The voice cooed, Chris immediately recognizing it as belonging to the lovely blonde.

Making his way over to the soft hotel bed he spread out across it to lounge there in his boxers. "I was just thinking about you," He lied; he had been once again been caught up on thoughts of the billion dollar princess but before that it was Trish on his mind so it wasn't that big of a stretch of the truth.

He could almost hear her smiling, "Me too," She responded, "I miss you so much."

"I miss you too," Chris told her, switching ears, "You having fun at your mothers?"

She laughed and Chris couldn't help but feel like she was right there with him, she sounded so close, "Like getting a tooth pulled," She joked, "There's only so many days of sitting at home with her and dad that I can handle...I love my parents but there pretty boring people."

It was his turn to laugh, "That bad huh?"

"I think the main problem is that I've gotten myself used to being with you, and now nothing else stands up to that."

Chris didn't know what to say, two things were running through his head...The first thing was that he had grown attached to her to, and he to wished that he was with her, but at the same time he didn't think that he had become attached on the same level that she had.

A knock on the door pulled him from his convictions, "Trish can you hold on a sec there's someone at the door."

"Ok sure." She said cheerfully.

He made his way over to the door, his cell phone still in hand, but when he got there he couldn't believe his eyes...there she was standing on the other side, "Trish?"

She hung up her cell phone and threw herself into his arms, wrapping her own arms around his neck as she squeezed, "I had to come home early, and I just needed to see you."

He smiled into her hair, enjoying her scent, "Missing the sexy beats that much huh?"

Smiling back at him she moved out from the embrace to look into his eyes, brushing his hair from his face she stayed silent for awhile. Trish just stood there gazing at him, holding his face in her hands until she leaned in to softly sweep her lips across his.

Chris slid his tongue over her lips to part them, she accepted him eagerly forcefully pushing him across the floor and back onto the bed. She straddled his body, never breaking the torrid kiss until she felt the need to speak, "I want to stay with you tonight." The blonde blurted, pulling her sweater up over her head to reveal a black lacy confinement.

He licked his lips at the sight before him; she was a jaw-dropper alright. "Are you sure, I mean I don't want you to regret this and think that we moved to fast?"

The Canadian woman smirked at him, "No Chris I'm not going to regret this, I want you...I want to be with you... completely. I realised when I was away from you that it hurt so much because I'm no longer falling in love with you, I am in love with you Christopher...utterly and hopelessly in love with you."

His lips folded over to make a thin line; he didn't know what to say to her, "Trish...I..."

Leaning down over him she laid a finger to his lips, "I don't need you too say it back to me Chris, I know you're not there yet. I just want you to know how I'm feeling."

Flipping her over, he kissed her quickly with passion, "How did I get so lucky?"

Her hands tangled in his hair, "I ask myself the same thing..." She stared up at him again before moving her fingers downward to unbutton his dress shirt, "Make love to me Chris..."

Chris lowered his lips to her neck, trailing butterfly kisses across it and over her collar bone. His hand moved to unzip her jeans as her hips rose to slide out of them, "I need you...." She moaned, reaching out to stroke him through the thin material of his boxer shorts.

They eagerly rid each other of their remaining clothing, aching to explore each others bodies in lust filled euphoria....and that's where things got complicated.