The usual... I own no one.
"Your dad is an assclown," Chris Jericho stated matter-of-factly.
"I agree," Stephanie McMahon replied. "For sticking me in a hotel room with the likes of you for a night."
"I'm not exactly happy about this either, Princess," Chris pointed out. "We don't have the brightest of histories together."
"Just lots of arguing and unwanted kisses. I know," Steph said. She gave a dramatic, fake yawn. "I'm gonna go sit for a while in the hot tub. Feel free not to join me."
"I'll be there in a few," he said. She rolled her eyes and he watched her walk out of the room. How he hated her but still managed to admire her body, he neither knew or cared.
She felt his eyes watching her and smiled to herself. She knew he wanted her, which was why she teased him so. She'd never give in to him. Ever...
Less than 10 minutes later, Steph was soaking comfortably in the hot tub with her eyes closed when Chris cleared his throat. She opened her eyes slowly and took in a vision of Chris with a towel thrown loosely around his waist.
"Please tell me you have on something underneath that towel," she said.
"Watch and learn," he said, turning his back to her. He dropped the towel and she was greeted with the sight of his butt. "How do you like my tattoo?" he asked, pointing at the tattoo on his left butt cheek.
"Come closer, I can't see it," she said. She was curious to know what it was. It looked like a word or phrase. He's so cocky and full of himself, it probably says "Jericho is king" or some rubbish like that, she thought. He backed up close enough for her to see it clearly and her arched eyebrows almost flew off her face. "You have my name tattooed on your ass?" she exclaimed.
"Nice, isn't it?" he asked, snickering.
"Back up a little more so I can examine it better," she said.
"Oh, you just wanna get up close and personal with my butt," he said, backing up more. She looked at the tattoo. How dare he get her name tattooed on his ass, an obvious symbol of... She didn't finish the thought. Instead, she pinched him on his left butt cheek as hard as she could.
"Ah! How dare you!" he exclaimed, turning around to glare at her while rubbing the stinging place where she'd pinched him. "Well? What do you have to say for yourself?"
She was speechless. She had nothing to say, for once in her life. Her eyes were wide with shock and awe. Something was sticking out just inches from her face, hard and erect. It was so close to her mouth that she was practically breathing on it. If he had been just a little closer when he'd turned around, he probably would've accidentally slapped her in the face with it!
He looked down and noticed what she was staring at. "Oh, I see you're admiring me," he said. "Huge, isn't it?"
"It is a nice size," she admitted breathlessly. Then she turned away. "You need to put that thing up."
He threw his head back and laughed heartily. "And just where, Princess, do you suggest I put it?" he asked amidst his laughter.
"Anywhere, but not in my damn face," she said, suddenly frustrated. "I need a drink."
"Relax. I'll bring us both a drink," he said.
She leaned back in the hot tub and watched him walk out of the room and to the bar, still naked. He had a nice body. She'd known that before. But now that she'd seen what else he had... Let's just say her body was reacting in ways that she had vowed they would never act when she was with him in particular!
He came back with a little swagger in his step, and she quickly looked the other way. "Here ya go," he said, handing her a glass. She gratefully accepted it. After handing her the glass, he sat down in the hot tub across from her and took a sip from his glass, eyes locked on her.
"What are you looking at?" she finally asked.
"You," he said, taking another sip from his glass. "Is that a crime?"
"It should be, you pervert," she said, taking a sip of her drink. "I mean, it's ok to look at someone, but if you're gonna get all horny and hard when you look at me..."
"Don't give yourself so much credit, Princess," he said, giving her a crooked smile. "I mean, I do have a wife. How do you know I wasn't thinking of her?"
"Because I know everything," she said, forcing herself not to think about that glorious part of his body she'd recently been face to face with. She shook her head to try to clear away the thoughts. "I need another drink. Hell, I might just drink the whole bottle." She got up to go grab the bottle.
"I want some more, too," he said. "Mind sharing?"
"Actually, yes," she said, walking out of the room. "But seeing as you were so nice earlier and brought me some, I'll return the favor."
"That's what I thought," he said a few minutes and a lot of drinks later. "You can't resist obeying me."
"Obeying you? That's a laugh!" she said, hiccupping. "You could never get me to obey you or do anything you say."
"Damn, that sounds like a challenge," he said. "Is it?"
"Perhaps," she said, smirking. "Think you're up to it?"
"I never fail to rise to the occasion," he stated.
"I noticed that earlier," she joked, looking pointedly down at a point in the swirling waters of the hot tub where she thought it might be.
"You're so evil," he said, quickly swallowing every drop of what was in his glass and putting it down. He came over to her, covering her body with his and leaning down to kiss her. "Maybe that's what I like so much about you..."
She was surprised as hell. It happened so fast! First they were basically getting on each other's nerves, as usual, and the next thing she knew, he was kissing her with such a fiery passion that it had all her nerves tingling. She kissed him back, tangling her fingers in his hair as he moved down to kiss her neck right under her jaw line.
"You're so tasty," he whispered, licking her neck. "I wonder what other sweet spots you're hiding under this little bikini you're wearing?"
"Why don't you take it off and find out?" she suggested.
"I think I will," he said with a devilish smile...
THE NEXT MORNING...
When Stephanie woke up, the sheets on the bed were tangled up and Chris had his arm thrown around her. Her hair and his were both a mess, and she felt... She felt strangely satisfied. She wasn't as tense as she had been yesterday when she'd woken up. Suddenly, she noticed that they were both naked, and she felt sick. This could only mean one thing...
"Chris!" She shook him with strength she didn't even know she possessed. "Wake up!"
"What the hell?" he grumbled. "It's too early to wake up, baby. We only just got to sleep."
"Did we..." Her voice trailed off. She could hardly finish her question. "Did we have sex?"
"You don't remember?" he asked, still lying down with his eyes closed.
"No, you ass, or I wouldn't be asking all these questions!" she exclaimed, frustrated.
"Last night we had one steamy adventure. Started in the hot tub, went to the floor, and somehow we ended up in the bed," he said with a yawn.
She jumped up, alarmed. "So we really..."
"Yes," he said, eyes still closed since he was still asleep. "And you loved it."
"Oh my God! We had sex!" she shrieked shrilly.
Her words didn't register in his mind until a few seconds later when he realized exactly what had happened. This was Stephanie he was talking to here! He jumped up, suddenly alert, and tried to cover himself with a pillow. She jumped up and stood on the floor on the opposite side with the sheets pulled around her naked body.
They looked at each other, trying to read each other's expressions. They were obviously both embarrassed as hell but also both equally determined not to show it.
Finally, she broke the silence. "This never happened. We will never speak of it again."
"Agreed," he said. "And your dad is still a major assclown."
"Absolutely," she agreed quickly.
They shared another look, reliving what had happened the night before. And then they both scurried off to bathrooms at opposite ends of the luxury suite...
AND THAT'S ALL, FOLKS! NO PART 2 FOR THIS, IT ENDS HERE.