so my fav chap to date, hope you all enjoy....Review please and Merry Christmas! Thought i'd reupload cause ff is being buggy for me !

The sun stung his eyes, forcing them open. Looking down he realised he was no longer on his own side of the bed, but curled into Amy, his arms locked around her waist. His first instinct told him to roll back over, if she woke up she'd kill him...but something stronger was holding him there, refusing to release her. Inhaling deeply he enjoyed the sweet fragrance of her hair as his head rested in the crook of her neck. He found comfort there, it had been too long since he'd just held a woman...too many nights had gone by since he felt the feeling of the female form against him. Chris chocked wanting to stay there up to pure loneliness and nothing else.

Reluctantly he slid out of bed moments later, deciding it was best not to have to feel her wrath this morning, no matter how badly he wanted to just lay there...because she was bound to wake up rather unhappy with him very soon.

Shedding his boxer shorts he wandered into the bathroom, turning on the hot water before stepping into the steamy stall.

The water rushed over him and he was enjoying the relaxing sensation of it... that was until there was a pounding on the bathroom door.

"Christopher Irvine!" The red head yelled, still knocking on the door with force.

"Uh oh," He thought, "This can not be good...she used my full name... not Jericho."

He shut off the water quickly, he wouldn't be getting a nice shower after all, "What is it Amy?" He asked, opening the door for her.

Her eye's locked to his in a deathly stare, but they couldn't help but move downward to his torso which was dripping wet, then further down until she noticed that a mere towel was the only thing covering him. "Ummm, would it kill you to put on some clothes?"

A smirk appeared on his face as he folded his arms, he knew she was looking. But as much as he would love to be cocky and arrogant and say something witty to her about her little sneaky peak he couldn't, she was angry enough as it was. "Well I was in the shower and you didn't seem to have the patience to wait for me throw any pants on...."

"Ok whatever..." She said, waving off his comments, "But what the hell did you think you were doing last night, cuddling into me like your childhood bear?"

Chris couldn't resist...she was just setting it up so well, "What does Mr. Snuggles have to do with anything?" He asked, laughing lightly as he leaned against the doorframe.

Reaching out she whacked him across the chest, "Seriously Jericho, what's the big idea?"

"Listen I don't know what you're talking about!" He lied, "You don't think that maybe it was you moving over by me miss wandering eyes?"

Her eyes flashed fire "Arggggggggh!"

The Canadian flashed her a smile instead, "Oh lighten up sugar tits, I don't know what I do in my sleep, but if I did invade your personal bubble I'm sorry."

Her red hair flung around as she walked away from him, "STOP CALLING ME THAT!" She shrieked, tearing at her hair, "If we were a real couple you'd be in the dog house right now..."

"If we were a real couple I don't think me pressing against at night you would be a problem... or anytime for that matter." He retorted, wetting his lips.

She turned back to look at him, scrunching up her face... "Grow up Jericho."

The day passed quickly and before Amy knew it, it was time to head down to the arena for Raw. She and Chris walked down the hallway together, holding hands like he had insisted.

She had mixed emotions about the show tonight, she was excited because the more time that passed the closer her title shot against the blonde was...but it was also the holiday season, so that meant that she would unfortunately be in the dreaded Santa's little helpers match tonight.

She was glad though that she and Chris got to have their own locker room tonight, she didn't want to have to walk around the other divas and wrestlers in the hideous outfit she was sure she'd be forced to wear.

Then on top of that she didn't want to run into Trish or Jay, they might have been doing all this for their attention, but she just wasn't in the mood for all that shit today. She was still slightly mad at Chris for what happend the night before, and in the morning, so she didn't want her animosity towards him coming across to the couple.

But there was one person however that she couldn't seem to avoid, and that was Stacy Keibler. The leggy blonde was quickly approaching them from the other end of the corridor, "Well if it isn't the happy couple..." She cooed, smiling from ear to ear.

Amy smiled at her sarcastically, "Bite me Stacy..." She said through gritted teeth, brushing past her to walk into the locker room. She wasn't in the mood for her shit either.

"What crawled up her ass?" The Baltimore native asked aloud, sighing as the door to the locker room swung shut in her face.

Chris laughed, pushing open the door for Stacy to walk inside, "I don't know, Mr. Snuggles maybe?"

The red head had heard him, and shot him the finger when he had made it inside the room.

Stacy lifted up a dry cleaning bag and handed it to Amy, "Ok so don't kill the delivery girl but this is your outfit for the match." She said, stepping back when the Sanford native accepted it.

Pulling it down into her lap Amy unzipped the bag, and a disgusted look soon appeared on her face when she held up the valour atrocity that was her Santa suit. It was a tiny red belly top and a matching miniskirt laced with fake white fur. "You're kidding me?"

"Afraid not," Stacy replied, sitting down beside her.

Amy picked it up again, twisting it this way and that. This had to be a cruel joke, "Where's the rest of it?" She questioned, "This seriously can't be the whole outfit...these are leg warmers right?"

The blonde giggled, "Sorry to say that's it..." She began, picking up the top and holding it to Amy's chest, "This is the shirt," And then she grabbed the skirt laying it in her lap, "And these, my fiery friend, are the bottoms."

The number one contender brushed the clothing off her, and Chris immediatley reached down to obtain it from the floor, "Well can I just say I cannot wait to see you in this..." He commented, holding it up to the light as he attempted to judge how transparent the fabric was.

She snatched it back, "It's not see through..."

The man arched a brow, "But with the small amount of material, I'm bound see plenty of you my dear."

"Pig," She spat, "Vince better be thankful he owns me with that fucking contract or I'd walk right now."

"Oh lighten up; you do this one little degrading thing for him...just suck it up Amy, think about your title shot."

For the second time that day she smacked him in the chest, "I guess you're right."

"Then why'd you hit me?" He asked, rubbing the spot where she'd struck him, looking rather bewildered.

She shrugged her shoulders, "I don't know, just makes me feel better."