CONTENT: language
CATEGORY: WWF songfic
SPOILERS: none really
DISCLAIMER: All characters belong to the WWFE; the song 'What Would Happen'
is by Meredith Brooks
DISTRIBUTION: Smoochy Dreams; otherwise, ask first
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Him again.
{ Electricity
Eye to eye
Hey don't I know you
I can't speak }
He always seemed to be there, everywhere she turned, everywhere she went...
She'd turn around, and there he would be. She'd run from him, going
somewhere else, and still he would manage to be there when she finally
stopped.
Maybe it was time to stop running.
{ Stripped my senses
On the spot
I've never been defenseless
I can't even make sense of this
You speak and I don't hear a word }
Everything faded out when she saw him. The sounds of the crowds when
they
were in the arena, the sounds of people talking to her as she made her way
backstage. Suddenly they were gone, and it was like they were alone.
Sometimes she wondered what it would be like if they ever really were alone.
{ What would happen if we kissed
Would your tongue slip past my lips
Would you run away
Would you stay }
Her breath caught as his eyes locked on hers. God, his eyes were like
ice... Were his hands the same way? Would his hands be like ice if they
touched her, running over her body? Or would they be hot, as heated as her
skin?
And dear God, she had to be blushing now.
{ Or would I melt into you
Mouth to mouth
Lust to lust
Spontaneously combust }
Was he coming closer to her? No, he couldn't be... But suddenly, he
seemed
so near, and she knew she hadn't moved. She hadn't thought he had, either,
but... He had been all the way across the room from her hadn't he? And
now... now he seemed close enough to touch...
She wanted to touch him.
{ The room is spinning
Out of control
You act like you didn't notice
Brush my hand }
Oh, she'd deny it up and down, but she wanted to touch him so badly... to
feel his muscles jumping under her fingers. Maybe he was ticklish.
She
didn't know why, but she wondered what he would do if she touched him now,
if she reached out and brushed her fingers over his...
{ Forbidden fruit
Ring on my finger
You're such a moral, moral man
Would you throw it away no question
Will I pretend I'm innocent }
His skin was so soft. So unexpectedly soft and warm... His eyes were
still
on her, and he was right in front of her now, his face inches from hers...
Damn it, how had he gotten so close to her without her even noticing that he
had moved? What in the hell was it about this man...?
{ What would happen if we kissed
Would your tongue slip past my lips
Would you run away
Would you stay }
Her eyes slipped to his mouth, and she pulled her hand from his, noting the
curve that touched his lips as she did so... She carefully lifted her hand
and traced that curve with the tip of her fingers, gasping when his tongue
flicked out, licking her index finger, surprised by the spark that went
rushing through her at the unexpected gesture...
{ Or would I melt into you
Mouth to mouth
Lust to lust
Spontaneously combust
What would happen if we kissed }
And then suddenly she had stepped forward, eager for that tongue to touch
something besides her hand, pressing her lips to his, exploring his mouth
with her own tongue, relishing in the sound of his groan... Take that, she
thought victoriously, then groaned herself, all thoughts of competition
falling from her mind when he slipped his tongue between her lips...
{ I struggle with myself again
Quickly the walls are crumbling
Don't know if I can turn away }
She wound her hands in his hair, holding him as tightly as she possibly
could, somehow forgetting the people passing by them in the hallway, loving
the feel of being close to him. She felt his arms came to band around her,
drawing her even closer to him... God, it felt so good to be pressed up
against him like this...
{ What would happen if we kissed
Would your tongue slip past my lips
Would you run away
Would you stay }
Damn it, this was crazy, kissing him like this... But it felt so good.
It
felt so good to tangle her hands in his hair, then let them travel down,
sliding over his chest before reaching around and grabbing his ass, gasping
when his hands dropped from her waist to do the same to her... Damn it, they
needed to get out of here, to somewhere they could be alone... Somewhere
that they could do more than this...
"Stephanie? Steph, are you paying any attention to what I'm saying?"
{ Or would I melt into you
Mouth to mouth
If we kissed
Would your tongue slip past my lips
Stephanie McMahon-Helmsley jerked to attention at the sound of her brother's
voice, jumping slightly as she turned her head, her eyes wide as she met his
gaze. "Yes, yes of course I am, Shane," she said, and he rolled
his eyes.
"Yeah, right. Come on, Steph. Let's go somewhere that we can
actually talk
business without you spacing out on me."
{ Would you run away
Would you stay
Or would I melt into you
Mouth to mouth }
Stephanie nodded slightly, knowing that her brother was right, that there
was Alliance business to discuss, but she couldn't help looking back over
her shoulder as she followed her brother out, wanting one more glance at
him... And then she froze.
Chris Jericho was looking straight at her, his blues eyes gazing directly
into hers, and as she watched, he smiled slightly, something close to
amusement on his face... And damn it, he knew. He knew that she had been
thinking... Oh hell, she must have been staring at him the entire time.
Shaking her head, Stephanie scurried out of the room, desperately wanting to
get away from that knowing look. Damn it, Chris Jericho was the enemy...
{ If we kissed
If we kissed... }
And she *really* needed to stop fantasizing about him.
The End
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