Stephanie McMahon felt the cool breeze from the open window softly brush her wispy bangs from her forehead as she watched the headlights pass by her darkened hotel room with long drawn out strides. The soft rays danced gracefully across the ceiling and down to the man silently asleep in the bed a few feet away but he did not wake. It had been a long day. Not only for her but for the man sleeping in the soft linens behind her. He turned away from the offending lights with a groan, seeking the softness of her body as he reached for her but found an empty bed instead. The cold sheets did little to comfort him as his eyes slid open. Stephanie had desperately wanted to hold him but he had been hurt enough for one night, she told herself. Questions scattered her thoughts as again her eyes found the lights she had found so interesting a moment before. Would she stay and risk hurting him all over again? He had forgiven her so many times before for so many mistakes, she was beginning to wonder if she was worthy of all the second chances he had given her. "Steph," It had been a sighed groan from his overly chapped lips but it made her smile, knowing he still wanted her. She would always want him too, no matter how many times she screwed up. A hint of a smile played on her paled lips as she turned from the window to watch him sleep for a moment. He turned slightly on the bed, his blond locks falling in different directions, blocking his re closed lids from her view. A hint of the green he had added for the match tonight still lingered in their threads even after his shower, reminding her of just how unique he truly was. She honestly loved him. She couldn't say that for any other relationship she'd had in her life. He had begged to hold her when he emerged from the shower just an hour before but she didn't have the heart to sleep on his bruised chest knowing it was her that inadvertently caused such a mark to occur. The light purple skin could still be seen against the darkness of the hotel room without much trouble. It's angry markings a visible sign of her misdoings and how much she still had to atone for. She had to turn away, hoping to forget the last few days. Hell, the last few years to be honest. "Steph, please..." He sighed again, this time looking in her direction and knowing she couldn't resist him any longer. To sleep would be good. Being with him would be even better. She stood without argument and walked slowly to bed where he slept, watching his eyes watch her form as she moved closer. The softness of the sheets immediately calmed her as she crawled in next to him, his arms snaking around her waist to pull her ever closer. "Where'd you go?" He mumbled into her hair, resting his chin on her shoulder and pulling her close. She smiled to herself. "Nowhere, I promised I wasn't going anywhere, remember?" She asked, reminiscing about their conversation not more than a few minutes before. He chuckled from deep in his chest causing a vibration against her back. "Leaving this bed is going somewhere and you promised you wouldn't do that." He playfully reminded her. "What about tomorrow? We'll have to get up sometime." She wondered out loud, a smile on her face to encourage him. She already knew his answer, the smart ass he was. "No, we're never leaving this bed or this room." He mumbled, trailing off the last few syllables to pull her even closer to his chest. She had to laugh before silence filled the room and his breathing evened out again. A moment longer of her thoughts was all she needed before she resolved to let them all go. She too let her eyes drift shut and her mind drifted back to how her journey to this time, to this room and to his arms had begun.…