A/N: Man, thank you all SO much for the reviews for this one! I was totally surprised, pleasantly, that you all loved it and I really hope you continue to read it and review it. I really like the concept and I know where it's going and I hope you'll enjoy the ride, because it will be a ride. Once again, there will be some adult situations, so if you're underage or totally immature, this might not be the story for you. Hope you enjoy and please, please leave a review, they make my day! :)

She lay snuggled up in his arms. She was taking a quick cat nap, but he was wide awake. He didn’t even know how she could sleep right now. Well, he knew that after their…activities, that he was a little exhausted as well, but sleeping right now? Not an option. Not an option at all. He didn’t even know when her family was going to get back. He didn’t even know where her mother was, so maybe she was just out shopping or maybe she was taking a drive back home and she’d open the door and he’d embarrassingly run around the room trying to pick up his discarded clothes (he didn’t even know where they were) and have to climb down the trellis or pretend like she was giving him a tour of the house.

How could he possibly explain being here for two hours longer than was necessary? He could come up with some lame excuses, but would they even hold up, or would Vince McMahon know that Chris had just had sex with his daughter and fire him before he even had a chance to join the company officially? He kept envisioning this scenario playing out. If he fell asleep, if he dared to close his eyes, he might fall asleep and he could see Vince wandering upstairs, innocently looking for his daughter, and finding the scene of his naked daughter and a guy she just met laying in bed together.

So no, he wasn’t about to close his eyes. He didn’t want to move though and disturb her because he didn’t want to have to speak with her. He knew this was silly, because they had just had sex of all things, but he didn’t know what to say to her anymore, or did he ever really know what to say to her? Hell, they had only know each other for two and a half hours, and now her naked form was pressed into his side and he had no clue what to say to her when she woke up. Twenty-two years old, he couldn’t believe that as he had looked into her eyes. She was definitely bold, and he appreciated that, but it wasn’t like he could date her or anything. Well…no, he was still with WCW and it wouldn’t work, not at all.

Was he obligated to take her out though? He had had sex with her, didn’t that obligate you to at least one meal? He didn’t even know the rules! He looked down at the top of her head, which was tucked neatly on his chest. Damn was she beautiful though; he hadn’t been lying when he had told her those words, and her body was absolutely perfect, so smooth and pliant and curvaceous in all the right places. He had never been a fan of really, really thin women. He liked a little curve and she definitely had them in all the right places.

Her eyes were something else too. He hadn’t noticed earlier, downstairs, how they changed colors in the light, but when he had been on top of her, when he had been all around her, he kept noticing the subtle changes that occurred. It was like every time she opened her eyes to look up at him, or that time when she was looking down at him, her eyes had changed colors on a whim or something like that. They were enchanting and he’d be damned if he could come up with any other time when he had seen someone’s eyes play such tricks on him.

She stirred and moaned a little as she began to wake up. She languidly stretched herself against him, her bare breasts caressing his skin and he was about to get aroused again by the touch of her body. Her feet slid up and down his leg a little bit, as if feeling them out and getting used to their shape. She gave a sleepy sigh as she snaked her body up so that her face was now buried into his neck.

“Hey,” Chris said, breaking the ice.

“Hi,” she responded, a sleep-muddled response if he had ever heard one. “How long was I asleep?”

“Only about a half an hour,” he told her.

“Did you get any sleep?”

“Uh, no, I don’t usually sleep…after, you know.”

“Oh, okay,” she said as she stayed in that position. She feared moving because that would completely break the spell. As long as they were touching, that awkwardness that she knew was going to settle over them would manifest itself.

“So that was…good…”

She giggled, “That was good.”

“I’ve never actually, I mean, I’ve had the one-night stands thing before…not that I’m saying this is necessarily one of those…”

“I’m not asking for a commitment, Chris,” Stephanie told him, “nor was I looking for an easy score or anything…I just, I don’t know what really came over me down there. I was just looking at you, and you called me beautiful, and I guess I just kind of…went nuts, temporary insanity, maybe.”

“Yeah, yeah, exactly,” Chris said. “I hope…I hope you didn’t think that I was taking advantage of you.”

“No! God no,” she said, lifting her head to look at him. He took note how striking she was right then. Her hair was falling carelessly around her face, and he could tell that she had had it curled earlier, but the curls had fallen, giving her this pretty waviness that seemed to frame her face, which was so unusually beautiful. She was pretty by any definition of the word, but it was the little things, the slight crookedness of her nose, her pointed chin, and the way her lips didn’t seem to align just right that made him stop and stare.

“Okay, good, I just wanted to make sure that was clear.”

“It was, I mean, you know, it was very clear,” she said, giving him a smile and even her smile had a little crookedness to it and damn was that endearing.

“Yeah, so um…I should go, because, you know, your family.”

“Oh God, yeah, that’s right, my family,” she said, and if she hadn’t endeared himself to him yet, she certainly did with the face she made at him right then. It was a mixture of horror and absolute embarrassing glee.

“Yeah.”

“If they found you here, I’d be so embarrassed,” she said. She pulled her sheet around her and grabbed her bra and panties from the floor before skillfully pulling them on under the covers. She got out of bed like that and he had to hand it to her for not having much embarrassment walking around half-naked in front of him. Some girls got really shy afterwards and when they were leaving, dressing like prudes even though he had seen them naked. She grabbed his wayward boxers and handed it to him, “Here.”

“Thanks,” he said, slipping them on and getting out of the bed in just the boxers. If she didn’t have modesty, he wouldn’t either. They went around and picked up their clothes and he had to say, she had the cutest underwear. She was wearing a red and white striped matching bra and panty set and it just added to her cuteness.

Once they were dressed they headed downstairs and to the front door, where they stood for a moment. Stephanie impulsively leaned up and kissed him on the cheek, “Thanks for a nice afternoon.”

He laughed and gave her a proper kiss, “I can say the same right back.”

“Uh…here,” she said, going over to a small table and opening a door where she grabbed a notepad and a pen. She scribbled something down on it and then folded it up as she handed it to him. “This is my phone number and my cell phone number, you can uh…you can call if you want, or not, I’m not saying there’s an obligation to call, there isn’t, just…in case.”

“Thanks,” he said, tucking it into his back pocket. “I guess…later, Stephanie.”

“Bye, Chris, and um, call me Steph,” she said with a parting smile as the door closed in front of him.

He tapped his fingers on the table as he stared at the paper in front of him. Her number was written out hastily but delicately on the piece of paper. He was contemplating whether or not he should use that number. The piece of paper itself had been sitting inside his wallet for about two weeks. He’d look at it everyday, but everyday he found that he couldn’t call her. He didn’t even know what he’d say to her if he did call her.

“Hey, this is Chris, remember, the guy you had sex with in your childhood bedroom in your parent’s house. Yeah, we only knew each other for about twenty minutes before we had sex, but I just wanted to say hey.”

Yeah, he didn’t think that was going to work.

He folded up the piece of paper again and stuck it back in his wallet, waiting to be looked another day. It didn’t matter anyways, he was going to go out with a couple of the guys in a few minutes anyways so it wouldn’t have been much of a conversation. Besides, they weren’t even anywhere near her so it wasn’t like he could meet up with her right now. He was in Minnesota and she was probably in Boston going to college. He had found out where she went to college through an acquaintance of his who happened to know her. It wasn’t like he was digging for information. The television backstage had been set to Raw one Monday night, scoping out the competition and somehow the conversation had flipped around to the McMahons.

He grabbed his things and left to catch up with Chavo, Scott, and Dean. They were waiting outside next to their rentals. He had driven to the show with Dean and Chavo and Scott had driven together so they made note of which bar they wanted to go to before they climbed into their respective cars and drove to a bar that Scott knew since he had lived in Minnesota for a while when he was with this one promotion up here. Chris was looking to have a few drinks then head back to his hotel and celebrate the fact that his contract was almost up and he’d be out of this joint.

A few drinks later and he saw a girl talking with Scott and he walked over and nodded at Scott, taking in the girl with him. She was a petite blonde who was dressed a little unsubtle; he guessed that was the nice way to put it. “Hey man, who’s your friend?”

“Oh, this is Jessica, Jessica, this is Chris. I was just going to go talk to Dean,” Scott said as he walked away, smirking to himself

“Hey,” she said, tucking some hair behind her ear. “Nice to meet you.”

“Yeah, you too,” he said. He nodded his head towards the bar, “Do you want a drink or something?”

“A drink would be good,” she told him as they made their way over to the bar.

“Uh, what do you want?”

“Whatever you’re having is fine.”

“I dig that,” Chris said as got the attention of the bartender and pointed at the bottle he was holding and signaled that he wanted another one. “So how do you know Scott?”

“Oh, a friend of a friend really,” she explained. “I was actually here with a couple of friends, they’re over there in the booth, and I saw Scott and thought I’d come over and say hello and see how he was doing and then you came over and now I’m here.”

“Nice and succinct,” he told her.

“Well, that’s me, I guess, nice and succinct,” she joked. “So you’re a wrestler too, right, Chris Jericho, that’s what you go by.”

“So you’ve watched wrestling?”

“I know some stuff,” she said flirtatiously.

“I like a girl who knows her stuff.”

“Then you are really going to like me,” she winked at him as the bartender placed her beer in front of him. “So where exactly are you from?”

“Winnipeg, up in Canada, but I currently live down in Florida,” he said. “So you like it up here in Minnesota? Don’t you think it gets a little boring?”

“Wow, so the first thing you’re going to do is insult my state, those are fighting words around here,” she told him, trying to be menacing. “I might have to challenge you to a fight.”

“I’d never hit a lady,” he told her chivalrously.

“How noble of you,” she said, taking a sip of her beer.

They ended up talking for the rest of the evening until her friends came up to her and told her that they were leaving and asking if she was going to stay. She certainly wanted to, but her friends were kind of plastered and she had only had the one drink hours ago so she still had all her mental facilities. She really enjoyed Chris’s company though and wanted to stay.

“Hey, do you want my number?” she asked.

“Sure,” he told her.

“Great,” she said, grabbing a stray piece of paper from her purse and a pen and jotting it down before sliding it across the bar towards him. “Give me a call if you’re ever in the area. We can get together or something.”

“Awesome, I will definitely keep that in mind. I might just have to make a forced visit up here.”

“Cool,” she told him, patting him on the arm as she gave him a quick kiss to the cheek. He looked down at the number and studied for a moment. He really liked this girl and he could envision himself at least giving her a call. He opened his wallet and saw the piece of paper with Stephanie’s number on it. He looked at it for a moment. There was nothing coming out of that relationship. He took it out and crumpled it up, throwing it in a garbage can he saw behind the bar.

He replaced it with another number he might not ever call.

5 months later

Chris was officially done with WCW and he had never felt better. The air felt cleaner, the sky felt brighter, everything felt better knowing that his dream was about to be achieved. As his plane touched down in New York City he finally felt like his real life was going to begin. This is what he had been working for all along and he was finally getting what he wanted. It had only taken him nine years to do it, but he was finally doing it.

When he saw that Irvine written on the piece of paper signifying his ride he felt like he was finally arriving at the destination that he had wanted to be at for a long time. The ride wasn’t too long since he had arrived early in the day and beat all the afternoon traffic. Before he could really think, he was at the WWF Headquarters. He got out and looked up at the building. He had never been here before as this was the meeting to actually get his contract signed. He had spoken extensively with Vince about the contract and now he was just here to sign it.

He walked inside and asked the women at the front desk where he might find Vince’s office. She gave him the right floor and he headed on up. He wrung his hands together as he went up there, ready to sign with his new job and brainstorm just how he wanted to get introduced to the WWF audience. He had some ideas, but he had asked for a few months off to collect himself and get his bearings back so that he could come into the WWF at full steam. Vince had been kind enough to grant him the request.

Chris walked up to Vince’s personal secretary and told her that he was here to meet with Vince and that he had an appointment. She sent him right in. After the pleasantries and everything, he signed his contract, and he shook hands with Vince McMahon. The deal was made, he was officially a part of the WWF. The meeting was brief, but Vince told him that he would like to meet with him tomorrow if at all possible to really discuss how to bring him in. He would even put him up in a hotel.

“Yeah, sure, that’s fine, Vince.”

“Great, I’ll just have the limo at your service today and tomorrow then,” Vince said. “That way if you want to go out or something, he’s at your disposal.”

“That’s okay, I can use a cab.”

“I insist.”

“Well, okay then,” Chris said. “Thanks, Vince.”

“Not a problem. There’s a hotel a couple blocks from here, nice one too. I’ll put you up there, I’ll have my secretary call right now, just wait a moment while she confirms it.”

Chris waited and got the name of the place and his reservation before he left. He wasn’t paying attention as the elevator went down and stopped on a floor. He got off randomly, looking down at the name of the hotel. He looked up and saw that he was on a floor and there were some people milling about. He went to turn to get back on the elevator but it was gone. He sighed as his obliviousness and pushed the button again. He turned around to look at the floor and caught sight of a familiar brunette walking into an office. He shook his head a little and walked quickly to catch her in an office, sitting at a desk.

“Stephanie?”

Stephanie turned at the voice, “Chris Irvine? Oh my…hey, what are you doing here? Oh wait, contract signing, right?” she asked.

“Yeah, just got through. I…kind of accidentally got off the elevator at the wrong floor and saw you here. I thought you were still in school.”

“Graduated early,” Stephanie shrugged. “My dad stuck me in accounting for now, my own office though. Lots of privacy here. But I’m actually going to start being on television soon. My dad has found a role for me.”

“That’s awesome,” he said, not even realizing that he was leaning back so far that he had actually closed the door behind him. “So…how’ve you been?”

“I’ve been good, and you? I haven’t heard from you, not that I was you know, planning on it, I just…never-mind I said anything. How are you?”

“I’m great, I mean, I just signed a contract here, I’m great.”

“Cool,” she said. “So…wow, this is kind of weird. I’ve never actually had a one-night stand before you…or after you, it hasn’t been that long and I’m not a slut, but this is actually really, really awkward, I feel like I should give you a hug. I mean, I saw you naked!”

He started laughing and ducked his head, “A hug seems appropriate.”

“Good, good, I’m not the only one who thinks so.”

She stood up and went over to him, extending her arms a little as she reached out to hug him. He pulled her into his arms and gave her a bear hug. He gave great hugs, she noted. Chris could feel the curves of her body. They pulled away, but were still in a loose, friendly embrace. He looked down at her. Her hair wasn’t curled today, but straight and it was a little bit shorter than it had been the last time he had seen it. She still had that nose and those lips and those eyes, dear God those eyes. She tilted her head, wondering what was going on in his mind.

She didn’t have to wait long as his lips came crashing down on hers. She was surprised and gasped against his lips, causing her mouth to open and give him full access to the warm depths. He took full advantage as his tongue sought out hers. Her surprise was temporary though as she fumbled for the lock behind him and hastily closed it so nobody could come in and see them. He was pushing her forward, propelling her towards…something that would keep her upright because her knees were about to buckle.

She felt her back hit her bookcase and some binders clattered to the ground noisily and he pulled back for a second to make sure this was okay. Her eyes were closed as if she was trying to hold onto some dream and her breathing was erratic and quick. He looked down at the fallen items and wondered if he should pick them up or something. He was about to when her eyes flickered open and she was haphazardly groping for him, pulling him towards her so she could kiss him again. All thoughts of her not wanting this went out the window.

The next time he pulled away, he had to laugh at the sight of her, back against a bookcase with flushed cheeks and messy hair (the mess due to his fingers sliding through the silky, brown waves). He grabbed the bottom of her shirt and she actually lifted her arms to help him get it off and he pulled it straight off her body before dropping it on the floor. The vision of her, arms raise, just in her bra and her pants, her eyes closed, her face flushed with need, her mouth slightly open as if begging for more kisses and her breaths like whooshing breezes was the sexiest thing he had ever seen. He took a mental snapshot of it to save it for later.

“You wear the cutest underwear,” Chris told her breathlessly as he looked down at her blue bra with the pink hearts on it. He recalled her candy-cane inspired underwear from the last time they had slept together.

The last time…

“Oh my God, what is it with us?” he asked abruptly.

“Huh?” she asked.

“This is the second time.”

“I know,” she laughed.

“I don’t know what it is about you.”

“We’re just…we’re just lusting after each other,” she put it bluntly. “You don’t have a girlfriend now, do you?”

He had not ever called Jessica back and so he shook his head, “No. You?”

“No,” she said as she pulled off his shirt. She attacked his neck.

He couldn’t explain it and neither could she so they just didn’t try to. Whatever this was, it was just attraction, nothing more. He knew next to nothing about this girl and she knew the same of him. Yet, they were in the same position they were more than five months ago. Her pants were dropping towards the ground, and his soon followed. Soon after that, their bodies sunk to the floor. They just couldn’t explain this thing between them.

So they didn’t even try.