Chris Jericho leaned against the door of the room where the small meeting was supposed to be held. He folded his arms across his chest and looked down the hallway, first to his right, then to his left. When he didn't see her anywhere, he sighed and let out a deep breath. She was making him wait. She was late. Of all the days to be late, she chose today.
"That's ok, though," he said aloud to himself. "If she's late then maybe I'll have a little fun with her before we go in and..." His voice trailed off as he imagined what kind of fun he could have with The Princess before the meeting started.
"Talking to yourself, huh, Jericho?" Stephanie McMahon called from a few feet away. "Tsk, tsk. You're losing it."
"Define 'it,'" he said smugly.
"'It' would be a reference to the single brain cell you had... But that's gone now, isn't it?" she asked.
"Oh yes ma'am, my very last brain cell...fried, all because of the power of your undying beauty," he said sarcastically. "It's all because of you, Stephanie, because you're so incredibly magnificent."
"I know I am," she said, spinning around slowly in front of him so he could take in the full view. "I mean, just look at me, Jericho, just look. I have the kind of beauty that never fades, that kind of beauty that is so magical that it needs no enhancements-"
"Besides those two rather large...enhancements...on your chest?" he asked innocently.
"You're an ass," she snapped, slapping him on the chest.
He caught her hand and didn't let go, bringing it up to kiss it. He smiled at her as he held her hand. "You like touching me, don't you, Princess? You can't keep your hands off of me, and you think about touching me all the time, don't you?"
"And if I said yes?" she asked, getting in his face.
"Then we'd just have to do something about that," he said, without missing a beat. He was just smooth like that, smooth.
She cocked her head to the side and gazed at him. "What would we do about it, hmmm? Run away and lock ourselves in a broom closet..."
"So I can take you against a wall," he finished, and she looked surprised. He smirked at the look on her face. "We must think alike...or else, I just happen to know the brain patterns of how sluts think."
"I'm sure you do, whore," she said, pulling her hand away from his. "Now be a good, obedient little boy and let me go into the meeting. It's probably already started."
"And what if I don't move?" he asked, blocking the doorway
"Why then I'd have to make you move," she said seriously.
"Like you'd have the power and the strength to move me," he scoffed, still blocking the doorway. "That would be like an ant trying to move a mountain... Not going to happen."
"See, that's where you're wrong," she said slyly, closing the distance between them. She touched his chest, then slowly rubbed her hand down his chest until she reached his waistline. "You see, Jericho, ants don't have hands like mine, and mountains can't respond to my touches like your body can...like your body will..."
"Stephanieeeee," he said warningly, looking at her.
"Yes?" she asked, batting her eyelashes sweetly as her hand traveled just a bit lower.
"What are you doing? You can't possibly think that..." His voice trailed off, and he looked down at her hand, then back into her eyes. "Jesus, Princess, what the hell are you thinking? We're in the-"
"Hallway. So what?" she asked, grinning deviously as she slowly rubbed her palm against the front of the crotch of his jeans. "Speechless now? Talk to me, Jericho... Where are all your insults now, Mr. Wise Guy?"
He leaned his forehead against hers and closed his eyes, biting his lip so that he wouldn't say anything. He could feel himself getting excited, and that was the last thing he needed to be at the moment, but just like all their previous encounters (and there had been many), he just couldn't muster up the strength to pull away from her teasing touch. He was at her mercy, and she knew it.
She reached around him and opened the door slightly, then leaned up to whisper into his ear. "Mmmm, Jericho, you better cover yourself up before you go in there... You're feeling a little...stiff." She handed him some papers, then brushed past him and into the room, slapping him lightly on the butt with her clipboard.
He took a shaky breath and sagged against the wall. Stephnie was so, so evil...and he loved it. He honestly wouldn't have her any other way, because she was so fun to be with. He'd done things with her, kinky things, crazy things... They were enemies, but their hatred for each other only ran so deep. Deeper than their mutual loathing was a crazy sexual attraction, and even deeper than that was a weird kind of infatuation...
He took another calming breath, then looked down at the front of his jeans, which was tented out. Damn you, Stephanie, for being such a fucking turn-on! he cursed mentally, even as a smile appeared on his face. Sure, he cursed her for being a turn-on, but he wasn't pissed off at her. He knew the game and he knew how to play it... He discreetly walked into the room, trying to find an empty seat. There didn't seem to be any, though, and the seven other people in the room looked at him... Stephanie wasn't just looking at him, though, she was undressing him with her eyes, and he knew it. He positioned the paper in front of him again and wished he had somewhere to sit so that he could hide the huge bulge in his jeans.
"Chris, there's an empty seat over here," Stephanie called politely, looking up at him through her glasses. To everyone else, she looked like she was just being polite, but to someone who knew her well (someone like Chris), it was obvious that she had something devious in mind. She could tell that he knew, too, and she smiled up at him. "There's a seat right here next to me."
"Why, thank you, Stephanie," Chris said, walking over to the seat she'd saved for him. He sat down and turned to her. "How shall I ever repay you for your kindness?"
"I'll think of a way," she replied in a very low voice. "A way that we'll both like."
"I'm sure you will," he teased, still looking at her. "I'm sure you will..."
She noticed him looking at her, so she pretended she didn't, and turned her attentions elsewhere, kissing the tip of the pen she was holding. As the meeting got started and her father started talking, the top of her pen slipped between her lips, and she started twisting her tongue around it, knowing what kind of visuals this would undoubtedly be giving Chris.
"Steph, stop," he hissed, unable to look away from her.
"What am I doing?" she asked, batting her eyelashes innocently.
"You're getting me excited," he whispered, leaning over to speak directly into her ear so the others wouldn't hear him. "...To the point where it's beginning to be kind of painful."
"Really? Let me touch," she said with a grin. She scooted her chair over a little closer to his since they were the only two on that particular side of the table. Discreetly, she reached beneath the table and put her hand on his thigh. It traveled up in a painstakingly slow fashion until it reached that bulge he'd been trying to hide, and she licked her lips unknowingly. "Yeah, that's got to be painful," she said, squeezing him gently. "So hard..."
"Quit it, Steph," he said, biting his lip, but of course she didn't.
"Why should I?" she asked evilly, caressing him with a talented hand. That hand had been on this body before, many times, so it knew its way around, where Chris liked to be touched and where he needed to be touched... She leaned over a little and whispered into his ear. "I love torturing you like this... Haven't you learned that by now?"
He didn't reply... He couldn't. Instead, he bit his lip hard and briefly closed his eyes, trying not to lose control. He was three seconds away from dragging her out of the room to someplace where they could be alone, or better yet, bending her over this very table and-
"What do you think about that, Chris?" Vince asked, effectively breaking Chris out of his reverie.
Chris opened his eyes and looked at his boss. "What did you say?"
"How do you feel about the new storyline we want to put you in?" Vince asked.
"The new storyline..." To be honest, Chris hadn't heard anything during the entire meeting except for Stephanie's voice. It was all her fault, too, and she knew that. He looked at her with hatred in his eyes. Pure hatred.
"Chris? Are you ok?" Stephanie asked innocently.
"Actually, no. I have this major headache," he replied.
"Headache, huh?" she repeated, her hand still in his lap and out of sight. "Does it...throb?"
"Unbearably," he answered immediately. "It's so hard right now."
"Do you need some medicine?" she asked sweetly. "I think I have some Tylenol back in my office...or it might be in the backseat of my rental. I'm not too sure."
"The backseat..." He looked at her, raising one eyebrow.
"The backseat..." She looked back, wiggling both eyebrows.
"You know, Chris, if you have a serious headache, you can leave. It'll be ok for you to miss the rest of the meeting," Vince offered generously.
Chris knew he wouldn't be able to get up without embarrassing himself in his aroused state, so he just bit his lip and shook his head. "No, I'll stay. I hate missing meetings, you know?"
"See, that's what I like about you," Vince said, grinning. "You don't like to take the easy way out... Stephanie, you really should get a man like Chris."
"Ha! Get a man like Chris?" Stephanie scoffed. "I already have-"
"You should always listen to your dad, Steph," Chris said. "He's right. He's always right."
"Like I'd want an egotistical maniac like you!" Stephanie said, rolling her eyes at him.
"Like I'd date a trash-bag ho like you anyway!" Chris responded, glaring at her.
"Yes, this is going to be just perfect, putting you two back into this whole love/hate relationship," Vince said, nodding his head happily. "The fans are going to love this."
"Excuse me? We're getting back into a storyline together?" Stephanie asked, her mouth dropping.
"That's what I just said," Vince said, still nodding his head happily. "But this time it's going to be a bit different."
"Different how?" Chris wanted to know.
"Well, you remember how you suggested that whole affair storyline a while back, that one that didn't get approved?" Vince asked. Chris nodded his head slowly, and Vince went on. "We've decided that we're going to go forward with that. You two have so much chemistry, and I think the fans have been dying to see this."
"So let me get this straight. Chris and I, we're going to have an affair?" Stephanie asked, gesturing with one hand between herself and Chris. Her other hand was still in his lap...
"That's right," Vince answered.
"That doesn't make sense. How can we have an affair if she's not married?" Chris asked logically.
"Easy... She's getting back with Hunter," Vince replied.
Stephanie looked at her father in surprise, then looked over at Chris and quickly removed her hand from his lap when she saw the look of pure anger in his eyes. She looked away quickly, and down at her clipboard, before looking up into her father's eyes. "Why am I getting back with Hunter? You know I don't like working with him anymore after what happened."
"I don't know what happened, but it's necessary for the affair storyline that you begged me to put you in," Vince said.
"Then forget about it, Vince, I don't want to be in it anymore," Chris said, shaking his head and trying to contain his anger at the mere mention of his biggest enemy's name. "If it's going to put her back with him then I want no part of it."
"There has to be some other way," Stephanie said in an almost pleading voice, her playful tone gone.
"Ok, I don't get why you two are so adamant in not working with Hunter, but I'll give you an option, a way out, so to speak," Vince said, standing up. "I'll give you two a few days to come up with an alternative way to make this work without Hunter. How's that sound?"
"That sounds great. I would really appreciate that," Stephanie said quietly.
"Anything for you, Princess," Vince said, smiling at his only daughter. The meeting continued, and a short while later, it was over. Vince and the others got up and left the room, leaving Chris and Stephanie alone.
"Got any ideas?" Stephanie asked, glancing over at Chris and quickly looking away again.
"About the new storyline, or my revenge?" Chris asked, looking at her. His anger went away as soon as his eyes rested on her. She had that ability about her, to make that happen.
"Your revenge?" she asked, raising one eyebrow. She stayed seated and watched as Chris walked over and locked the door, then turned back around to face her and looked at her.
"Come here," he said, smirking a little as he leaned against the door.
He didn't have to tell her twice. She was on her feet and standing in front of him obediently only seconds later. "So what revenge were you talking about?" she asked him.
"Revenge for you getting me all worked up before and during that meeting," he said, wrapping one arm around her waist and pulling her securely against his body.
"What did you have in mind?" she asked as she wrapped her arms around his neck and played with his hair.
"Mmmm, you have no idea," he answered, right before he kissed her. "No idea at all..."
A/N: I have weird ideas in my head... This is one of them! Review if you want... I would appreciate it, though!