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Chris finally pulled back minutes later, his breathing ragged from lack of air. Once his eyes suddenly re-opened he couldn't help but smile at the look of pure bliss on Amy's face. He knew that she had to have been pretty drunk by all the empty glasses surrounding her when he found her, and the ones she added to the collection throughout the evening as he watched. But that look, that giddy little look, definitely confirmed it.

"Come on Amy, let's get you upstairs." He said laughing, slipping an arm around her waist to support her weight as she walked.

She sighed, "But I don't want to go upstairs...I want another drink Chris." The red head slurred, trying to force him back in the other direction.

"No, you've had quite enough for one night..." He told her, but before she could protest any further she collapsed into him.

Reacting as fast as he could he caught her just as she passed out in his arms, "Great now I have to carry you..." Chris groaned, hosting her up into his arms to carry her like a groom would carry a bride over the threshold.

Hitting the elevator button with his knee he waited for it and then moved inside to bring her back to their room.

Chris gently propped her up against the side of the elevator and held her there, his arms too tired to carry her any longer. "You're never drinking again." He whispered, uttering the famous line all his buddies had sworn over and over when they got drunk enough to pray for death. He himself had uttered the lie a few times while hanging over the porcelain thrown but this time he wished she was the one saying it, because then she'd be at least saying something.

The elevator door chimed open and Shawn Michaels walked in...Chris froze and looked down at his hands that were resting on Amy's waist. He was simply holding her up, but from Shawn's point of view he was sure it looked like he was hiking up her shirt.

"This is not what it looks like..." He mumbled, his eyes darting to the older man.

Shawn held up his hands, "Hey whatever you guys like to do is none of my business...but as a favour could you please wait until I get out of the elevator to do "not what it looks" like please?" He asked, using air quotes for effect.

The blonde man rolled his eyes; it was no use trying to convince the heart break kid he was wrong. Chris had known him for years and he knew that he was stubborn as a mule. Besides they were trying to make everyone think they were a couple, so if Shawn or anyone else thought they were going at like teenagers then they should be thrilled.

Soon enough they stopped at Shawn's floor, then moments later on their own floor. Scooping her up into his arms again he carried her into the room and laid her back on the double bed. This time they both had their own, Amy was very clear about that after the last debacle with the one bed and they had moved into a room with two.

He smiled down at her as he watched her sleep peacefully; it had quickly become his favourite pass time. Leaning over he brushed away the loose hair that had gathered in front of her face, even passed out in a drunken stupor she looked like an angel, a fiery angel but an angel none the less. Chris sighed as he gently stroked the side of her face, "You're gorgeous you know," He said, only because he knew she couldn't hear him.

Then just when he was about to move to his feet her eyes fluttered open, "Chris is that you?"

"Yeah it's me Amy," He replied, turning back towards her.

A smile grew on her face, "Don't leave...lay back." Chris didn't move, what was she saying? "Just hold me Chris, please?" She asked.

He didn't have the heart to deny her, so kicking off his shoes he did as she asked and laid down next to her, wrapping his arms around her waist. Chris felt her snuggle closer before she turned inward, her face mere inches from his.

Even if he tried he couldn't describe the feeling that rose from his stomach as she just looked at him, her dark eyes locked onto his blue ones.

"Chris?" She whispered.

He smiled, "Yeah."

"I know that Trish and Jay aren't around right now...."

"No they aren't" He offered, confused as to where she was going with that sentence and also having no idea why she was acting the way she was.

It was her turn to smile as his fingers softly traced up and down her bare arm, "Even though they aren't here..." She continued, "Would you kiss me anyway?"

"Um what?"

She leaned in closer, her lips almost touching his, "Kiss me?" She repeated her tone curious and questioning.

For some reason he once again couldn't deny her, inching forward his lips brushed hers lightly. His tongue ran over her dry lips as they parted for him, her tongue anxiously probing his mouth. Reaching upward he tangled his hands in her hair as her hands found either side of his face, then roamed down to his chest. The moment quickly became heated, and Chris found himself tugging at the hem of her shirt.

Their lips broke apart long enough for the t-shirt to make it up over her head and onto the floor. But that was it, because when he looked back at her she was just laying against the pillow, once again fast asleep.

Sighing he got up shake off the feelings of animalistic attraction he was having. He looked down at his now tight pants, "Down boy."