|There All Along
Author: WandaXmaximoff PM
WWE make up artist Charlotte Robinson is resigned to the fact she may never find true love. Can the newly returned Chris Jericho change her perspectives on things? Jericho/OFC -COMPLETE-Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance - Chapters: 28 - Words: 143,787 - Reviews: 282 - Favs: 67 - Follows: 54 - Updated: 09-25-08 - Published: 01-17-08 - Status: Complete - id: 4016691
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Warning: This chapter contains mature, explicit content, that isn't suitable for readers under the age of sixteen. Though, if you'd like a censored version, I'm sure I can arrange something. (Why you'd want to though, is beyond me! )
And, with the long a/n over, may I present to you the final chapter of 'There All Along'. I hope y'all enjoy it, and thanks for coming along on the ride with me!
Chapter Twenty-eight: Deliciously Perfect
"One," the TV presenter announced. "Happy New Year's to all our viewers watching around the world!"
Charlotte gazed lovingly into Chris' crystal blue eyes, feeling her heart explode with joy. Had she ever been this happy in her entire life? Well, if she had, she couldn't remember it.
Chris smiled impishly at her, and then his lips descended on his, and she swooned in his arms. As the kiss became more passionate, and his tongue entered her mouth, Charlotte thought to herself, No, I've never been this happy before.
As the couple remained locked at the lips, and their embrace became more heated, cheers of celebration rang out throughout the club, as friends wished each other a 'Happy New Year's'.
However, for Charlotte, everything that was going on around her ceased to exist, and she was on a whole other planet. Chris' hands were now holding onto her waist so tightly that she could feel his nails digging into the flesh slightly, and the sensation caused her to quiver with desire.
Allowing her own hands to run up his arms, and then around his neck, Charlotte pulled Chris even closer to her, and felt his heart racing against hers.
Charlotte just knew if they remained this way for a moment longer, she would be reduced to a puddle on the floor, but the kiss was just too deliciously perfect to break away from.
All night evening, they had been teasing each other, almost to the point of frustration, and it was only serving to heighten their lust. One thing was for sure, when they finally did leave the club, it was going to be a night to remember.
Finally, the couple broke apart, and Chris gazed at Charlotte with such a look of animalistic passion that her knees all but gave way.
"Now can we please get out of here and back to my hotel room," he growled sexily in her ear. "It's gone midnight, and I don't think I can wait a minute longer."
"Sure thing," Charlotte replied huskily, her voice etched with lust. "Let me just say good night to the others and grab my coat."
"Ok," agreed Chris. "Don't be too long thought."
"I won't," she promised.
Then, leaving another trail of hot kisses along his jaw, Charlotte turned to locate her friends.
She found Ellie first, now sitting together with Cena on one of the night club's plush leather couches.
"Happy New Year's, Ellie," she greeted, before adding, "And you too, John."
"Thanks, and Happy New Year to you too," returned Ellie, with a Cheshire cat like grin.
"Yeah, you too," added Cena.
Charlotte then lowered her head, and whispered in her sister's ear where the wrestler couldn't hear, "Chris and I are leaving now, and I won't be coming back to our room, so enjoy yourself with Cena."
"Oh, I will," insisted Ellie with an impish smile. "Have a great time, and I'll see you at some point tomorrow."
"You sure will," returned Charlotte, now standing up again. "Good night(,) John."
"Night, Charlie," replied Cena. "I'll see you soon."
Charlotte nodded her head, waved at the couple and then turned to find the remainder of her friends.
Thankfully, she located Jeff and Paulo sitting not too far away, their arms around each other, as the wrestler rested his head on the Latino's shoulder.
"Hey, guys," she greeted. "Happy New Year's."
"Happy New Year's, doll," returned Paulo with a contented sigh.
"Yeah, Happy New Year's," added Jeff, smiling widely.
"Chris and I are leaving now, so I thought I'd come and say good night," she continued.
"Alright, honey. Have fun, and don't do anything I wouldn't," replied Paulo with a smirk.
"Oh, I have every intention of doing plenty you wouldn't," teased Charlotte in reply, causing both Jeff and Paulo to laugh.
"Chris is in for some night, huh?" commented Jeff.
"If I have my way, yes, he is," assured Charlotte.
"Well, don't keep lover boy waiting any longer," insisted Paulo. "I'll catch you some time tomorrow."
"Uh-huh. Y'all enjoy the rest of your night," she replied.
"We will," returned Jeff, gently caressing Paulo's arm.
Charlotte grinned at the couple, and then with one last wink, she turned to locate the others.
Maria, Candice and Kelly all proved to be a little harder to find for Charlotte, but eventually she tracked them down.
Much to her amusement, Kelly was still with Ken Kennedy, and the couple were chatting together at the bar.
"Hey," Charlotte greeted as she made her way over to them. "Happy New Year's."
"You too, babe," returned Kelly, as she hopped off her stool to embrace Charlotte.
"Yeah, Happy New Year's, Charlotte," added Kennedy, giving the make up artist a beaming smile.
"I thought I'd just come and say good-bye, as Chris and I are leaving now," she informed.
"Alright, babe. Have a good night, and try to behave yourself," teased Kelly, with an amused grin.
"I have no idea what you're talking about," insisted Charlotte innocently, before bursting into laughter. "I'll see you tomorrow, ok, honey?"
"Uh-huh," agreed Kelly. "I'll catch you when we're not so hung-over."
Again, Charlotte laughed and shook her head in amusement.
"Good night, y'all," she called.
"Night night," replied Kennedy.
With one final smile at the couple, Charlotte turned in search of her remaining two friends. After a short while looking around the club, she located Josh and Maria – who were just collecting their coats from the cloak room.
Taking the opportunity to grab her own jacket, Charlotte jumped into the queue along with her friends.
"Happy New Year, y'all," she greeted, wrapping her arms around Maria's shoulders.
"You too, Charlie," returned Maria, stifling a tired yawn.
"Are y'all heading back to the hotel?" inquired Charlotte.
"Uh-huh," replied Maria, before lowering her head to whisper. "It's high time I taught Josh to stop being so gentlemanly."
Charlotte laughed, and threw her head back in amusement, "Yeah, I was having similar thoughts myself," she confessed.
"Oh yeah, you still haven't had the chance, what with 'Aunt Flow' in town, have you?" questioned Maria, smirking slightly.
"No, and let me tell you how frustrating that's been," sighed Charlotte. "But thankfully, everything is sorted now."
"Good to hear," agreed Maria with an amused smile, as she handed over her cloak room token and received her jacket. "Hopefully, we'll both have pretty interesting nights."
"Uh-huh," returned Charlotte, collecting her own coat. "Right, I best go and find Candy before I go. I'll catch you tomorrow."
"Yeah, night night, Charlie," replied Maria. "Have a good night."
"Thanks, y'all have a good time too," called Charlotte, with a nod to Josh and Maria, as she turned on her heel and strode off to locate Candice.
After a little more searching, Charlotte found her last friend on the dance floor with Orton. The couple were once again performing a strange rendition of the Charleston.
"Y'all are insane," Charlotte announced as she approached her friends.
"Yeah, but you love it," commented Orton facetiously.
"Whatever you wanna believe, Randy," teased Charlotte.
"Hey, come dance with us, Charlie," insisted Candice, grabbing her friend's hand.
"Nah-ha. Chris and I are leaving in a minute, I just wanted to drop by sand say 'good-night'," informed Charlotte.
"Spoilt sport," pouted Candice as she stuck out her tongue.
"Come off it, you won't miss me now you've got Randy as a dancing partner," assured Charlotte.
"Yeah, baby, if Charlie wants to be a stick in the mud, I'll keep you entertained," promised Orton, with a smirk, as he snaked his arms around Candice's waist.
Charlotte shook her head in amusement and laughed. "See, this is why I'm leaving now, so I don't have to witness y'all getting it on," she joked.
"No, you're leaving now so you can get it on," teased Orton.
"Ok, you got me there," confessed Charlotte with a sheepish grin. "But you can't blame me, right?"
"Nope, Chris is a hottie, so go get him, tiger," instructed Candice, with an amused smile.
"Oh, I will," insisted Charlotte with an impish grin. "Right, I'll see y'all tomorrow. Night, Randy and Candy."
"Don't you ever refer to us as that again," Candice called after her friend, as she shook her head at the lameness of the pun.
Finally, Charlotte had said good-night to all of her friends, so she returned to find Chris, who was near the bar chatting to Edge and the Smackdown writer, Karen Sanderson.
Charlotte nodded at the other woman, not sure what to say as they'd never met before, and rested her head on Chris' shoulder.
"I'm ready to leave whenever you are," she informed, as he wrapped his arm around her waist.
"Alright, I'm all set," returned Chris. "I was just arranging to meet up and have a drink with Edge."
"Oh, cool," she replied, and then turned her gaze to the other wrestler. "Happy New Year's Edge, you too Karen."
"Thanks, you too," said Edge.
"Yeah, thanks," added Karen, looking at Charlotte and smiling warmly.
"I'll see you on Thursday, man," Chris said to Edge as he clapped the other Canadian on the back.
"Uh-huh, see you then, bro," returned Edge, before turning to Charlotte and grinning at her. "You're more than welcome to join us, by the way, but we'll probably be talking about guy stuff all night."
"As riveting as I find discussions about hockey, cars and hot women, I think I'll pass, if you don't mind," Charlotte said, declining the offer. "But thanks for asking."
"No problem," assured Edge with a smile. "I guess I'll see you around then, Charlie. Happy New Year and enjoy the rest of your night."
"Thanks, you too," Charlotte returned, before adding. "Good night, Karen, nice meeting you."
"Yeah, you too, Charlotte, see you around," Karen replied with a smile.
With one final nod towards Edge, Chris took Charlotte's hands and lacing his fingers though hers, they made their way out of the club and into the cold night air.
When they got outside, Charlotte shivered, despite the fact she was wearing a thick winter coat.
"Come here, you," insisted Chris, and Charlotte gladly walked into his open arms, as he rested his chin on the top of her head. "Any warmer now?"
"Uh-huh, a little," murmured Charlotte, wrapping her arms around his waist.
"Don't worry, Princess. I'll get you all hot once we're back at the hotel," Chris whispered huskily in her ear.
"I can't wait," Charlotte purred in reply, as she reached up on her tip toes to press her lips passionately against his.
Finally a line of available cabs appeared in the street, all of them eager to find New Year's Eve party goers that they could charge double time.
The couple entered a taxi, told the driver where they were heading and then it took off.
As they made their way across town, and back to the hotel, Charlotte longingly ran her fingers through Chris' hair, as he trailed light kisses across her jaw and down to her neck.
By the time the cab pulled to a halt, and they'd reached the hotel, Charlotte and Chris were locked in a passionate embrace, and the taxi driver had to clear his throat loudly to let them know they'd arrived.
"Sorry, man," Chris muttered sheepishly, as he handed the driver a fistful of bills.
The cab driver merely shrugged and gladly took his payment. He couldn't careless about his customers making out on the back seat, when he was charging them 97 for the journey.
Blushing slightly, Charlotte took Chris' out stretched hand, as he helped her out of the cab, and then they walked into the hotel and made their way to the elevator.
A bubble of excitement was forming in Charlotte's stomach, along with the heat of desire between her legs.
The whole night had been like foreplay, with covetous looks, stolen moments alone, and lingering touches through the confines of their clothing.
Already, Charlotte had reached a state of arousal she'd never experienced before, and they weren't even in the hotel room yet.
As the couple stepped into the elevator, Chris grabbed Charlotte tightly around the waist, and pulled her forcefully towards him.
"Thank god I've got you alone at last," he growled sexily in her eyes, before leaving a trail of hot kisses from her lips, across her jaw and then down her neck.
Charlotte swooned in the embrace, feeling her legs turn to jelly underneath her, as her heart raced with desire.
As the elevator doors slid open, Chris scooped Charlotte up into his arms and strode along the corridor to his hotel room. Single handedly, he slipped the key card into the lock, kicked the door open, carried Charlotte across the room and then dropped her lightly on the bed.
Charlotte giggled as she bounced into the air a little, before she pulled herself up off the bed and hung her coat over the back of the chair.
Chris threw his jacket off too, and then after kicking his shoes under the bed, he lay back on it lazily with his head resting on his folded arms.
"Come here," he insisted, already his eyes clouding over with desire.
Charlotte stood at the foot of the bed, and grinned impishly as she shook her head.
"Nah-ha. I have a far better suggestion," she announced, keeping her eyes solely fixed on his.
Slowly and seductively, she propped her foot on the end of the bed, and then deliberately taking her time, she began to unzip her leather boots, making sure she caressed her thighs with every calculated movement.
Chris watched her, transfixed, as she slid the footwear off her legs, barely unable to stop himself from pouncing on her right then, but too curious about what she was going to do next.
Keeping her eyes locked on Chris', Charlotte took a few steps backwards, as she purposefully unfastened her cat-suit and almost lazily slid it down her body, before daintily stepping out of it.
Chris watched her in wide-eyed amazement, mesmerized by her every movement, as she turned her back on him and unfastened her hair, so that the golden tresses cascaded down her back.
Turning to face him again, Charlotte shook her mane of sun-kissed hair out, so that it fluttered around her shoulders.
Now standing in just a matching red, lacy bra and panties set, Charlotte grinned impishly, and snaked her way up the bed, to meet Chris with a passionate kiss full on his lips.
"Wow," he breathed, his voice etched with lust, as she clawed her nails – almost, but not quite, harshly – through his hair.
Smiling mischievously, Charlotte carefully unfastened the buttons of Chris' shirt, before pulling it off, and allowing it to flutter to the floor. Then, still keeping her eyes fixed on his, she lovingly ran her hands down his hard, smooth torso, until she reached the top of his jeans.
Chris smiled at Charlotte, and then slowly unfastened his belt, and the buttons on his jeans, sliding out of them and letting the garment fall, discarded to the ground.
With another impish grin, Charlotte snaked her way back down the bed, so that she was sitting besides Chris' knees. Looking away briefly, to hide the blush colouring her cheeks, she ran her hands up his thighs.
The feel of the taught muscles underneath her finger tips almost caused Charlotte to swoon, but she remained focused on what she was doing, and allowed her hands to grasp the waistband of Chris' boxers, before meticulously pulling them off, and casting them to the floor.
Looking back up, and directly into Chris' eyes, she found them now completely clouded with lust, before they fluttered closed, and he let out a deep sigh of longing.
With a satisfied smirk that she was having her desired effect, Charlotte lowered her head and allowed her lips to curl around Chris' hardening erection, causing him to quiver under her touch.
With deliberate slowness, she allowed her tongue to caress the shaft, as Chris' thigh muscles tightened under her finger tips.
Then, quickening her rhythm, Charlotte took his full hardness into her mouth, and sucked gently.
Chris grabbed a handful of her hair, and forced his erection deeper into her mouth.
"Damn, woman," he growled, as she nipped the tip gently.
Charlotte looked up at him and grinned wickedly, before slowly working her lips up to the head of the shaft, and quickened her pace again.
Keeping a deliberate rhythm, Charlotte continued to swirl her tongue around Chris' erection, until she felt his thigh muscles tighten, and she knew he wasn't far off climax.
Slowing her movements, Charlotte ran her lips up and down the hardness, until Chris called out with frenzied desire.
"Hot damn, Princess," he sighed, exhaling deeply.
Again, Charlotte looked at him though lust clouded eyes and smiled at him, before snaking her way back up the bed and positioning herself directly in his lap.
She shifted slightly, and delicately removed her panties to drop them to the ground, as he reached up and unfastened her bra.
"You're so beautiful," Chris whispered huskily, as he pushed her golden tresses aside, to reveal her pert breasts.
Charlotte blushed, and turned her head away sheepishly, then shifting slightly again, she lowered herself onto his full hardness, and a small gasp of desire escaped her lips.
With deliberate movements, Charlotte gently rotated her hips backwards and forwards, as Chris reached his hands up to cup her breasts and his thumb caressed her nipples.
As Charlotte quickened her pace – making sure to grind the sensitive nub of nerve-endings against his pelvic bone – Chris' hands snaked down to her waist and gripped it tightly, forcing himself deeper into her, and setting a faster rhythm.
Charlotte threw her head back and moaned with pleasure, as Chris continued to force her down harder onto him. His hands were gripping her waist and the top of her ass so tightly now that she felt about to explode at any moment. Then, her eyes fluttered open and met his. Chris grinned at Charlotte in such a lustful and animalistic way that she swooned and her whole body turned to fire, as she felt the heat rising within her.
With a look of calculated deliberation, Chris lifted Charlotte off his lap, and span her around so that she was now kneeling on all fours, then he took hold of her waist tightly and entered her forcefully from behind.
"Oh my god," she murmured, biting down hard on her bottom lip.
With one hand splayed across her stomach, and the other reaching down for the delicate folds of skin between her legs, Chris pushed faster and deeper into Charlotte.
All Charlotte could do to stop herself crying out in frenzy as the feeling of fervour swept through her body was to continue biting down on her bottom lip, to the point where she almost drew blood.
Her every limb was now aching with ravenous wanting, and the room had ceased to exist, as she was transported to some ethereal dimension where nothing but burning pleasure prevailed.
Startling Charlotte from her lascivious haze, she felt a sharp slap on her ass cheeks. The action tipped Charlotte over the edge and she cried out with wanton ecstasy.
"Oh my dear lord," she breathed huskily, feeling her whole body quiver with pure, unadulterated rapture, as the waves of climax rippled from the tips of her toes to the root of her hair.
With his hands tightly gripping Charlotte's waist, Chris thrust into her a few more times, before he too found release and all but collapsed on top of her.
"Wow," he sighed deeply, his hot breath tickling her neck. "Just...wow."
Charlotte giggled, and rolled over to face him as they lay together at the foot of the bed, hardly caring at the moment about getting themselves into a more comfortable position.
"Tell me about it. I don't think I'll ever be able to feel my legs again," teased Charlotte, with a coy grin.
"You're amazing, you know that?" Chris whispered, as he brushed a tendril of hair from her sweat soaked forehead and kissed her earlobe.
Charlotte blushed, and turned her head away, unable to meet his gaze.
"I could say the same about you," she murmured sheepishly in reply. "That was pretty damn mind-blowing."
Chris smiled, and kissed her full on the lips, before propping himself up on his elbows and gazing directly into Charlotte's eyes.
"Happy New Year's, Princess," he said softly.
"Happy New Years, babe," she returned with a contented sigh.
The couple remained, lying lazily at the foot of the bed for a little while longer, until the urge to sleep and be in a more comfortable position overwhelmed them and they both crawled to the head of the bed and slid under the covers.
Charlotte rested her head on Chris' chest, as he wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, her eyes fluttering closed.
"I love you," she whispered sleepily.
"I love you, too," he returned, kissing the top of her head gently and then allowing his eyes to drift shut, as they both fell into deep and contented slumber.
The sun-light peeking in through the blinds awoke the blonde-haired woman, and she lifted her head from where it rested on her bed companion's chest.
Charlotte allowed her eyes to travel up Chris' naked torso to his head. The wrestler was still sleeping deeply, and looked so peaceful, his eyes fluttering gently and his breathing relaxed.
With a contented sigh, the make up artist brushed her fingers through the Canadian's mussed hair.
After four years of searching for her Knight in shining armour, Charlotte had finally found what she'd been looking for – when in reality it had been there all along - and she couldn't be happier.
Grinning to herself, the blonde lay her head back down on Chris' chest, and snuggled deeper under the duvet, as the wrestler tightened his embrace around her waist.
"Hey, Princess," he murmured sleepily, his blue eyes fluttering open to focus on her.
"Hey yourself, Sexy," she purred back, brushing her lips against his.
"What time is it?" Chris inquired, sitting up a little.
Charlotte lifted her head, and gazed at the clock on the bedside table.
"Just after eight," she informed, stifling a yawn.
"Some night, last night, huh?" he commented, stretching his arms and placing them around her shoulders.
"Uh-huh," the blonde replied with a contented sigh. "The party was a lot of fun."
"I wasn't taking about the party," returned the Canadian with a playful grin.
"Ohhhh," whispered Charlotte, her eyes lighting up, as her hands slipped back under the covers to caress his smooth torso.
Then, wanting nothing more than that which she already had – a few extra hours in bed with the man she loved – the make up artist pulled the duvet tighter around them both.
A/N 2: As some of you may already know, I am working on a sequel for this story, though I don't honestly know when it'll be complete and ready to post. I'm currently working on three other stories also, so there's every likelihood I'll be posting one of those before the sequel. However, I promise, I will post it eventually, so hang in there with me, and I'll keep y'all updated!
Love and Creativity to you all,