More Than a Dream
By: Stefani
Rating: NC17/Het
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone here mentioned, it's all fiction folks!
Distribution: Anyone is free to it, just email me first and ask for permission, that's all!
Spoilers: None
Warnings: m/f sex
Part One
	Stephanie walked around backstage, her hands on her hips, her hair a frizzed mess from pulling at it.  She was nervous, Stephanie Marie McMahon, of all people, was nervous! Her shoes clicked on the hard ground with every pace her confused state of mind could make.  She was almost terrified of tripping with the combination of her trembling legs and her thin heels. She raised a hand to push back a strand of hair, dropping her arm after the simple task as if the arm was dead.
	It was all a mask? all of it.  She didn't hate Chris! Why else would she go into his locker room week after week? She figured eventually she may walk in on him changing, and the perverse thought thrilled her again.  Chris Jericho? the name alone sent shivers down her tense body.  At the fact that he had always commented on her made her realize that he watched her carefully as well. And perhaps that was a glimmer of hope that he felt the same way.
	But she had all too many times shot that assumption down.  Chris Jericho didn't like her; Chris Jericho despised her very existence and sought out to make her life a living hell.  Too bad she felt like every insult was a loving comment, instead of a hatred remark, usually in front of millions of people on live TV.  And all her little attempts to have RVD pin him, she just wanted to see him needing to fly around to keep up, and watch his soft, blonde locks to fly though the air.  And if the match was brutal enough, she could catch driblets of his sweet, wholesome, crimson blood.
	She began to feel her knees buck a bit at the very thought of him.  How could this man have such an affect her? She sighed, shaking profusely, and walked to a wall, and slid down it slowly, her head resting against the cool contact with the brick, and her heated body sitting on the freezing floor, her bare legs seemingly melting into the cement.  She closed her eyes tightly, and despite how hard she fought, the threatening tears began to fell, as she knew all too well.
	The nights alone in the hotel as she cried her eyes out.  She may be a married woman, but when you haven't seen or heard from your husband in months, you begin to doubt he cares any more. As soon as Hunter had had the surgery, she hadn't had any contact with him; at least before it all she had had a shoulder to cry on.  He had asked why she was upset a few times, and she always made up some stupid excuse.  But now, the brick wall was her only shoulder, and her only real friend.  Wasn't owning ECW supposed to be a good thing? Somehow, it had just made matters all the worse. 
	She could hear the sounds of a match going on, the sounds ringing through the building.  It was too faint to hear exactly what was going on, but the screaming noise from the crowd was unmistakable. She wiped at her eyes angrily, wishing the tears wouldn't fall, wishing her heart felt different, wishing she could love any man, but one who didn't love her back. She started to hiccup lightly and wipe at her running nose with the back of her hand, totally oblivious to the footsteps that slowed towards her.
	Little squeaks came from deep in her throat, her thick, black mascara running down her rosy cheeks, her dark hair was jutting out in all directions, she was a mess, both physical and mentally. As the body neared her, she didn't bother to look up, knowing whom it was. Big man Shane 'O Mac, thinks he owns the place and struts around like a fucking big shot.  Well he wasn't, and she knew it.  He wasn't it at all! She was just ready to yell for Shane to go away and that she didn't want to deal with his shit, when she felt a gentle hand on her chin.
	Images of Chris raced through her, loving eyes, caring soul- perhaps he felt the same too.  The weight on the hand lowered, as the body knelt, and she contemplated whether or not to open her eyes, not knowing if she could get compassion or ridicule from the man who she spent all her days and long nights imagining, envisioning, and loving. 
	"Princess." The voice was not his.  She opened her eyes, to see Rob, in ring attire at her side, "Why are you crying?" She suddenly felt so embarrassed.  It was just Rob; of course it wasn't Chris. Why would it be? Why in any way, shape, form, thought, or wildest dream, would Y2J show that kind of compassion for her? She tried to fix her face up a bit, his hands jerking hers away and staring into her eyes.
	"It's just nothing." She confirmed, unable to admit to her deepest desire.  He looked at her worryingly, knowing he caught her crying on quite a few occasions. His hand caressed her cheek with the lightest tough; Stephanie wishing so badly it was someone else.
	"Well, could have fooled me." He replied, standing up and she pulled with him.  She pushed her skirt down and used her trembling fingers to brush her hair back, her eyes burning now from the rubbing she had been doing.
	"Really Rob, it is nothing, you got a match, go on out there, I'll be fine.  If I need you, I'll come find you." He gave her an uncertain look, and reached out and hugged her, silently extending his friendship, before slowly pattering away.  She slid back down to her previous spot, which she hoped no one else would locate.  Her tears had slowed to a near stop, her heart's quiet thumping had decreased as well, and she wasn't hiccuping quite as much. She pulled her knees forward, hugging herself tightly and setting her head in her own lap.  She rocked herself back and forth, scared to death of what would never happen.
	Scared to go back to Hunter eventually, as she knew she would.  They had done this before, parted for months at a time.  But all the while she was married to him as well, she'd never loved him.  She knew he didn't her, she didn't love him, and they were only together a power-hungry group that was seemingly unstoppable.  She didn't know how long she had sat there, thinking of not only her past, but also the future and present as well.  The screaming fans died down, and she assumed that the event was over.  Which meant most of the superstars was gone. 
	She always waited until almost everyone was gone, she feared someone would see her tear-stained face.  She stood up, brushing herself off, and turned the corner from her small sheltered area, to see the long hallway of dressing rooms abandoned, as she had hoped it would be.
	"At least something's going my way." She murmured and pushed open the alliance locker room, stopping dead in her tracks at the foreign person there.  There he stood, the perfect figure, clothed in a pair of casual pants and a soft T-shirt, his hair wet from the shower and sitting on his shoulders, and caring eyes burning into hers.
	"I heard you were crying." Jericho spoke softly, both not moving an inch, Stephanie's words caught in her throat so much it was almost painful, the emotions wanting to profess and spill out, but just clogging up one after another, and gagging her with words of love and passion.
	"Yes." She said, admitting it, standing erect and nervous. Her eyes locked into his, as his sight drew her closer, but her legs wouldn't comply.  He slowly took a few strides forward across the empty locker room, until they faced each other.  She looked deep into his eyes, seeing his whole soul from where she was.  He reached down and held her hands in his.
	"Why?" He inquired, running his thumbs over the backs of her hands, the soft touch overwhelming her.
	"Y-you." She stated, fearing hot emotion boil over her eyesight and dribble down her flushed cheeks. He gave her a compassionate look she had always hoped to receive from him, but had began to doubt as of late.
	"Why do I make you cry?" He asked softly, his voice much lower and more tender and affectionate than usual. Her heart was pounding now back to its fierce, quick throbs, pounding loudly through her chest as if it would rip through her so she could present it to him. There was a strong buzzing in her ears from all of the inner voices conflicting. She was pained by the nervous jarring her body was doing.
	"Because I love you." She dared to say, immediately looking away, ashamed by her feelings, ashamed by her heart, and ashamed of how she felt.  She was almost preparing herself for the firearm of insults that would be spewed at her along with the murderous rejection that would be the death of her.  Her voice had been a low squeak, as if in one shove, the words had been pushed out.  For a second, she looked at his face; his eyes still connected with her wandering ones. His hands that had been holding hers, moved up her bare arms to her shoulders and back down to the hands, repeating with his small touches over and over that she felt could and would, send her into overdrive.
	"Well, what if I said? I know you love me.  And what if I said, that I love you too, and what if I said that I think I want to kiss you." Her eyes shot up to his in a flash, going wide with excitement and approval.  He was sincere, and honest, and he really did love her, and everything could be right? She set her head on his shoulder, knowing she would loose her balance for sure now with the recent addition of feelings. He held her tightly against his strong, hard chest; she could feel his heart as well, racing quickly.  His hands held her tightly, as she pulled her head back, begging for him to move on.
	He dipped his head, catching her lips lightly in his lips; she felt a pang of energy in her now.  His lips were heaven to feel, and just as she had thought.  Soft and sweet like him. His muscular arms held her close as their lips parted, feeling a void now as her mouth missed his sweet lips on hers.  But that with that one small kiss, she could die a happy woman, knowing she had kissed her soul mate. Her head went back to his shoulder, tears of joy spilling now, he rubbed her back while she bawled out, whimpering and clutching him tightly.
	"I know how you feel." He spoke as a water spot grew on his shoulder, soaking down to his moist shoulders. Her whole body was jerking about as he guided her over to a couch and sat down, pulling her beside him.  She crossed an arm over his chest, holding his opposite arm and burying her face into his chest, wiping her nose on his shirt. Chris leaned back and continued to gently pat her, trying to help calming her down, but knowing all too well how she felt.
	She slowly raised her head up, looking back into his face.  Her hand reached and held his face, unbelieving this was all actually happening, and she kissed him once more.  Her wet, salty tears caked her lips, and he could taste raw emotion on her. Suddenly, everything felt so right, as if it all clicked into place.  And for once, all they cared about was that very moment, right there.  Neither thought of the so-called loved ones back home, or what side they were on in the wrestling business, or anything else.  She thought intently and solely of him, as he did the same for her.
	They sat there, how long, neither knew, the gentle touches, and soft breathing, just knowing one another was near.
	"We can't stay here forever you know." Chris said finally, as the hour drew on.  Stephanie sighed, knowing he was correct.  He stood up, taking her hand and pulling her alongside him. They kissed once more, and he gathered his and her bags, as they walked through the empty building. Outside, a soft rain was pouring.  They stepped out into the night, Stephanie following him to his car.
	"Coming?" He asked with a bit of a sly grin.
	"I arrived with Shane in his limo, I suppose this is the only way to get back." Jericho through the bags in the trunk of his rental car and walked around, holding the door for Stephanie who got in. He was a bit wet now, as he sat in the car, Stephanie sitting uncomfortable, her eyes closed as he buckled her seatbelt and slowly opened them.  Chris pushed the key in, the engine roaring to life. There were no cars in sight, with the exception of some cars from the set-up crew.  He backed out easily, not asking where she was rooming, knowing that tonight she'd be with him.
	And knowing that he'd hold her in his arms all night long and feel her delicate skin against his own, run his fingers through her soft hair? and she envisioned the same thing.  The light pitter-patter of the rain against the windshield was the only sound that came in the seemingly long car ride.  He reached a hand over to clasp one of hers, she held it sandwiched between two of her own, and she held it close to her. He felt his hand on his stomach, as she pressed it there.
	Luckily, he was staying in the same hotel as her, and she was a bit relieved to that, knowing that in the morning she could get her baggage in the morning. He parked close to a side door, so that the walk in the rain would be short.  He unclasped his hand from hers and pulled the key out of the ignition. Chris reached under and pushed a button, the released a small popping sound and behind them, the trunk shot up.  He got out to retrieve the bags, telling Stephanie to stay put.
	She did as she was told and he retrieved the duffels before walking to her and opening her door.  She gingerly stepped out, the rain now harder and encasing them both.  He handed her a jacket to hold over her head, as they walked to the doors, he ran his car key down the slot to get them in.
	The warm air of the hotel hallway was much more pleasant than the cold rain of the outside.  Stephanie looked at Chris, still not believing all was actually happening, and anticipating what would happen within the course of the long and loving night.
Part Two
	They buzzed the elevator, and it came immediately.  Luckily it was empty as they stepped in. Stephanie wrapped her arms around him again, almost fearful of loosing him.  They arrived at his floor quickly. As the doors open, they were both relieved that there was no one around, and walked down the carpeted hallway lined with fancy doors, until they reached his.  He opened it up, unveiling the gorgeous suite he had gotten.  They stepped in, the door shutting behind the two of them with a click. 
	Chris dropped the bags as they hit the ground, turning to Stephanie.  They walked towards one another, not so earful now, as he caught and claimed her lips, reaching back to pull the rubber band out of her hair so what was left in it, tumbled as well. His hands ran through her wet, tangled hair turning the kiss, before he pulled back. Her face was a wreck, and first he wanted to take care of her, and show her that he did truly love her.  He took her smaller hand in his, pulling her gently towards the bathroom.  There was washcloth in the sink, which he wet with warm water.
	Their eyes sucked each other in once more, as he wiped the smeared makeup from her face, being as gentle as possible.  The white cloth got streaks of black all over it, before her innocent face shone through without the assist of dark makeup to shield the world from who she really was.  He set it back in the sink, looking at her before doing a thing more.
	"Are you sure of this?" He asked, not wanting to do anything against her will.  He cared for her too much to hurt her.
	"I'm positive." She established as they went out to the main room again.  As they kissed again, he crept his hands under her shirt, feeling her back and tight muscles, more daringly.  She pulled back and stripped her black, sleeveless shirt off, revealing she didn't have a bra on, as he stared at her chests.
	"I apologize for ever insulting you." He said softly as they kissed, now he could feel her breasts against him.
	"I do?to." She said as they inched back to the large bed, and she fell down, as he hovered over her, kissing her neck and pecking at her ears.  His velvet tongue left a trail of saliva as he licked down to her left breast, cupping her other as he kissed her hard nipples, before taking it lightly in his teeth and giving it a tug, she gasped out loudly.  His hand on her right bosom pinched her nipple roughly while he bit the other one, her breathing scattered and forced out, as if she was hyperventilating from the sensation.  
	He then tongued her other breast with his skillful mouth, before kissing down to her bellybutton and in a teasing matter, returned north. She gasped and tugged his hair as he grazed her lips once more, devouring her entire body, wanting to take it all in and indulge in her. Stephanie leaned up and pulled his own shirt off, his neck bites continuing at her.  His hands went behind her neck and traveled down, as he found the zipper to her skirt, pulling to down.
	He slipped her skirt and shoes off, leaving her spread in the bed in her black panties. He kicked his own boots off and undid his belt. Her eyes fixated on him as his pants slid off of his hips to a puddle on the floor. The bed sunk in again as he got on in his dark boxer shorts. She arched her head, begging to him to work on her neck once more, him complying happily.  She reached down and held his firm ass as he straddled her.  Jericho rubbed his hard cock against her panties that were soaked through with her arousal as well.
	He snaked his tongue between her chests and licked the crease that was between them. Stephanie was incredibly turned on and knew she needed him.  He panted and stood up, eager to be in her, and pulled his shorts off.  His cock stood on end, already dripping with pre cum and slapped up against his stomach.  Stephanie licked her lips and switched their positions so that he was under her.  She took it as her chance to please him, and immediately went for his erection.  She slowly took the length in her mouth and sucked the end, tasting him.  
	Chris's back arched to her touch as her hands rubbed his thighs while she adjusted and took more of him, going slowly so she didn't gag. 
	"Oh god." He whispered- which egged her on more as she took one hand to squeeze his heavy sacs, and massaging his scrotum with his heavy seed inside.  Her tongue licked his sensitive underside, making him shriek loudly and doing all he could to save himself for her.  Her hot mouth was working perfectly on him, knowing everything he liked, everything he wanted, everything he was getting. When she started to bob her head, he made her stop, knowing he wouldn't be able to last and wanting to save it for her. 
	Again they switched spots, with her back under.  Chris held her blank bikini cut underwear in his hands and pulled it down, they were soaked right there.  He tossed them on the floor and stared at her mound.  It was softly accented with her brown curls, which he touched with his hands.  She panted heavily as he took a swipe with his tongue and she willingly spread her legs for him.
	Chris pulled back her two lips and found her small clitoris and gentle massaged it, her shrieks of approval filled the ring and rang through the halls.  He pushed harder on it, before released and pushing a finger into her heat.  His hands were large and two fingers began to stretch her. He nudged her G-spot lightly, her body thrashing about from his over-whelming power and control over her body.
	Not even wanting to get a third he, he informed her he needed in her now, which she agreed with, spasmodically shaking her head. He got up and spread her legs further apart as he pushed into her the slightest at a time.  It had been so long before either one of them had slept with anyone, and the passion ripped through them like a forest fire.  She gasped again as he got himself in, not even wanting to slowly get in.  He pulled her close with his cock buried deep in her, kissing all over her face, continually missing her lips.
	"Good God!" She shrieked as he started to slowly love her, his delicate touches and loving thrusts into her.  His blonde hair was down his back and out of her reach.  Her own hair was scattered about the cream colored blanket.  His hands reached and kneaded her breasts as he pumped in and out, taking his time and wanting it to last forever, though he knew it wouldn't.
	They were both glistened in sweat and saliva as the soft loving sounds and whimpers filled the room.  He pumped in and out of her hot insides, a moan coming from her mouth as often as she could give one.  The bed rocked, and they knew they should keep it down, never knowing who was around, but finding it incredibly difficult. Chris leaned down to catch her lips once more, with him still inside her, as she begged him not to stop.
	"I'm going to cum, Chris? keep going." She cried out as he quickened to a speedy fuck, banging her inside and out.  With a loud wail and a shriek, she released, her body thrashing to and from as he felt himself as well cum deep inside of her, their bodies' bother jerking about in a wild fashion on the bed from a lustful overload. Chris tried to move through it, before finding it impossible and falling beside her, catching his breath that was caught in his chest, and waiting for the room to stop spinning. He clutched beside him, looking for her, and found her, pulling the sweaty, sticky bodies close.
	"I love you." He whispered, kissing her.  She panted and nodded, not able to form words as they touch each other's faces and hair, not believing it at all.
	"I keep waiting to wake up and realizing it was all a dream." Stephanie whispered.
	"Well, it's not.  It's the real deal." Chris said smiling, "Much more than a dream." Stephanie nestled her head against his chest and closed her eyes with a lidded sight through them. It was much, much more than a dream.  It was a fantasy come true, it was truth.