Hey guys, its pretty late here, its like 2:30 AM, so i hope there arnt alot of errors in this but i wanted to get it posted. I'm trying to transistion into a smooth rotation of my fics, if your reading alot of my stuff then i've started updating 2 a day...i think this is day 3 maybe 4 of that....but im trying to do it all in order so that i dont loose focus on one fic in particular. This one is sadly almost over i think there might be two chapters left :) hope you guys are liking :) Review please

Once Trish had left Chris made his way back towards the bed and crawled into it, he just wanted to pull the covers over his head and sleep forever. He hated turning her away like that, he knew she was upset; and she had every right to be. It wasn't because he didn't physically want to sleep with her, his body was more then ready...but once his mind flashed images of Stephanie he didn't have the heart to finish what he'd started. It just wouldn't be fair, he'd be too afraid he'd start thinking she really was Stephanie. It was better to stop things there before he did something stupid, what if he would have called her name out in the throws of passion instead of Trish's? That would have been a disaster.

But why was he seeing Steph, couldn't he just move on like a normal human being? What the hell was wrong with him, surely Trish Stratus, a goddess among women should be distraction enough. He was in bed with a cover girl and couldn't get the job done; if he was someone else he'd make fun of himself.

Sadly Chris thought he knew what was really going on, no matter how much he wished he didn't, he knew he still loved Stephanie. And even if he didn't want her there she seemed to be the only woman in his heart.

A knock on the door disrupted his thought, climbing back out of bed he hurried over to answer it, thinking he knew exactly who it was. "Trish I really think it's better if you just go." Chris said, but when he opened his eyes he realised he couldn't have been more wrong. "Stephanie?"

She smiled and brushed past him heading inside, "From the incorrect greeting can I correctly assume that there's trouble in paradise Christopher?"

"Steph what are you doing here?" He asked, shocked to see the buxom brunette in his hotel room.

Sighing she took a seat on the bed as he closed the door, "I'm going to be up front with you...I just can't do this anymore, I can't sit back and let you be with Trish. I love you Chris, I always have...I'm not willing to let go of that, or you."

He ran a hand back through his hair, what do you say to such a sudden admittance? "You were willing to let me go before, I loved you and you walked all over my heart when you stayed with Paul."

"I was wrong." She blurted, and not once had he ever heard her say that, "I should have left him them, but I didn't, I shouldn't have let you slip through my fingers. Chris I know now that you were the best thing that ever walked into my life and I died inside the day you walked out of it. I need you in my life, I love you, not Paul...I was an idiot and I'm sorry. Please give us another chance, things will be different, I promise."

Chris was just standing there, shocked that she had just poured out her heart and soul to him like that. It was everything he had ever wanted to hear from her...and more.

The brunette stood up and moved towards him, wrapping her arms around his waist placing soft kisses on his bare chest...uttering the words "I'm sorry" after every gentle peck.

His larger hands moved to either side of her face, moving her head so that she was looking up at him before he leaned down to place his lips on hers. Stephanie moved her hands up around his neck, pushing herself against him to deepen the kiss.

Scooping her up into his arms Chris carried her over to the bed and laid her down, he stopped when he saw the already wrinkled sheets beneath her, "Steph," He stated, breaking the kiss, "Listen Trish just left, we were in the process of..."

She cut him off already knowing what he was about to say, "So did you?" She asked, panting from the lack of air in the tumultuous kiss.

Chris shook his head, "No,"

A smile curled over her lips as she grabbed his neck pulling him down towards her so she could whisper in his ear, "Then make love to me Christopher, I love you so much."

He smiled back at her before climbing on top of her, reaching for the hem of her dress pants, unbuttoning them as fast as he could. Stephanie raised her hips upward impatiently to slide out of them as fast as he had them undone.

The Winnipeg native then proceeded to unclasp his own pants, leaving himself naked before her for the first time in what could only be described as 'to long'. She smirked at him as she fidgeted with the buttons of her blouse, sliding it down over her shoulders to reveal that she wasn't wearing a bra.

Instinctively his hand ran up her inner thigh, relishing the feeling of her soft skin under his rough hands, it really had been far too long. Yet in the same way that he felt they had been apart an eternity it was still as comfortable as if they had never been apart at all.

Stephanie moaned at his touch, craving more of him from the simple contact. His thumbs found the top of her lace underwear, pulling them down around her ankles.

Chris rested his body peacefully between her thighs, making her sigh in anticipation. He stared down at her unable to stop smiling, "You're so beautiful." The Winnipeg native told her before she grabbed him, kissing him again.

Slowly he entered her, stopping momentarily as she shifted her body to accommodate him. "I've missed you so much," She panted, locking her arms around him as he started moving again.

"I've missed you too," He moaned, the pleasure taking over as she gently rocked her hips to the rhythm he had set for them.

Afterwards they just lay there, nestling their sweaty bodies together. "That was...wow." He blurted, still trying to catch his breath.

Steph giggled as he traced soft circles on her arm with his index finger, "I hate that we've been apart so long." She whispered, feeling unbelievably happy to be in his arms again.

"Well now that you've left Paul we never have to know what it's like to be without each other ever again."

When she didn't say anything in response an unsettling feeling rose up from the pit of his stomach, "You did leave him right?" He asked, reiterating what he had previously said.

"Not exactly," She replied meekly, biting down on her bottom lip. "But..."

Chris jumped out of bed, and for the second time that day frantically hauled on his jeans, "Get out...." He demanded, flicking her clothes at her...except she didn't move, she didn't budge an inch. "I said get out..." He repeated, only this time his was yelling at the top of his lungs.

"But Chris I..."

He looked like he was about to explode from anger, "No excuses Stephanie, I'm tired of this shit. I thought you said things were different but there not, you're still doing the same old thing. Hopelessly devoted to an ass hole and crawling into bed with me on the side...no more I'm done." He told her, waving his hands back and forth to make his point clear.

She quickly got dressed, "Chris I..."

He cut her off again, "Just go Stephanie..."

Lowering her head she walked out of the room as he slammed the door behind her. She snapped her head back to hit off of the wood once it had shut completely, Stephanie knew she should have left Paul before she saw Chris but she did have every intention of doing it afterwards... if he took her back. Maybe that was selfish of her, making sure she had him before she took the risk of possibly being alone. But she was a normal insecure girl; she couldn't handle his rejection and then an empty house to go home to on top of that.

She was sure paying for it now though; her heart was most defiantly breaking.

Back inside Chris was on the verge of tears, how could she do this to him again? He was so confused, she promised things were different then broke his heart yet again. On top of that she wasn't the first girl in his bed that night, or the first he kicked out of it, what was he turning into?

Once again he got back in the bed, even if he didn't think he'd be getting much sleep. Why was love so cruel?