Takes place on christmas eve. And come on folks if your reading this PLEASE take the three seconds to review. I work hard on this for my own personal enjoyment but i love knowing that other people are liking or not liking it. This is my favorite fic and i love it but there doesnt seem to be much intrest in it :(
Chris watched as Amy clenched the drink in her hand tightly, holding onto it like it was about to vanish. She had been sitting there at the bar ever since they had gotten the bad news. "Come on babe, don't you think you've had enough?" He asked, trying to reach for the glass but unable to grab it as she jerked away from him.
"No." Amy responded, lifting it to sip.
He smiled at her, "I know it sucks that you can't get a flight home, but hey we'll make the best of it."
"What do you mean we?" She questioned, slightly confused. It was her who couldn't get a flight out, the weather in Atlanta was brutal yet surprisingly the weather in Winnipeg was fine...Chris could leave tonight like he had planned.
His hand inched across the bar top to touch hers, "You think I'm letting you spend Christmas alone? If you can't go home for the holidays then we're going to make our own Christmas right here in the hotel."
Amy's face grew into a smile, "You'd actually miss going home to your family to stay with me?"
"Of course," He said sincerely, "You're my best friend now Ames, I've grown accustomed to the way your face looks when it's happy." Chris offered, lifting her chin in his hand, "Like it is right now."
The sound of applause interrupted the tender moment, "Well if it isn't the happy couple," Trish said, forcing them to turn and look at her, "Your patheticness really warms my heart."
"What heart?" Amy barked, never missing a beat.
The blonde laid a hand to her chest in mock hurt, "Ouch Amy..."
Turning all the way around Amy scowled at her, "Enough chit chat, what the hell do you want Patricia?" She asked, her eyes falling to the floor when Jay walked up behind the Canadian throwing an arm over her shoulder.
Chris scooted closer to Amy, laying a hand on her knee in rebuttal.
Trish laughed, "Well...I couldn't help but overhear that you can't get a flight home. So Jay and I decided to come over here to offer some Christmas cheer...." The woman paused to look at all the empty glasses around the red headed diva, "Although it looks like you've already been into the Christmas cheer. None the less we thought we'd brighten your day with a little carol... a one and a two and three...." Jay and Trish then proceeded to sing the most horrid rendition of Rudolph the red nosed reindeer. "Lita the loser diva had a very ugly face...and if you ever saw it, you might need your eyes replaced....all of the other divas used to laugh and call her names (like fatty) they never let poor Lita...join in all the diva games, (like dodge ball) Then one rainy windy morn Jerky came to say.... (Ho ho ho) Lita with your jugs so big....won't you crawl in bed with me. Then how the Jerky loved her, as he shouted out with glee, (hooray!) Lita you're no Patricia....but you're good enough for me...(I'm easy)."
Lunging from her chair Amy grabbed Trish throwing her onto the floor, tearing at her hair and slamming her head against the hardwood floor. Chris fought as hard as he could to break them up and eventually pulled the red head back. "She's not worth it baby...." He cooed, holding her back by the waist.
Trish snickered at them, "You really have downgraded haven't you Christopher?"
Enough was enough; he was tired of her talking down to Amy...a woman who used to be one of Trish's dearest friends. Chris was so sick of who she was now, and it made him wonder if this whole plan was even worth it...he wasn't even sure she could go back to being the sweet girl once he knew.
Twirling Amy into him, he locked his lips with hers...kissing the red head with everything he had as the Canadian woman looked on in disgust. His tongue darted over her lips and when she parted them for him he inched his tongue inside to dual with hers. He could taste the alcohol on her breath and moved one hand to the small of her back to steady her in her drunken state. Chris poured every bit of passion he had into that one kiss, and for two very different reasons...first off if it was the last thing he did he was determined to show Trish what she was missing. And secondly he wanted Amy to not only have the same opportunity to show Jay the same thing but to let her know that she was indeed a very desirable woman.
Amy's hands moved around his neck as his spare hand trailed down from her face and over her body to rest on her backside. She moaned into the kiss as he tugged at her bottom lip gently. If he didn't know better he'd swear he wanted her...but she was just a friend...wasn't she?
Apparently the Canadian couple had seen enough, and took off before the show was even over...leaving Chris and Amy standing there, their mouths still tangled up in each others not even noticing that Trish and Jay had long since departed.