"You have no idea, do you?" Chris looked into Steph's eyes and smiled. "You obviously can't read a signal if it bit you in the a- uh, butt." Stephanie murmured something that was inaudible to Chris, and turned her head away.
Chris titled her chin back up to him. "Yes, you are a spoiled little princess. Always knew what you wanted. You were headstrong. But now, you don't know what you want."
"Yes, I do. I am Stephanie McMahon Helmsley, damn it! I am always going to be a McMahon, no matter which company I own, or who my husband is." Chris raised an eyebrow. "Not if big Daddy Vince disowned you." He leaned in for a kiss, but instead got a slap to the face.
He held his cheek in pain. "Ow." He massaged it vigoursly. "You are a feisty one." She glared at him. He stared at her. Their looks softened. Just as they were about to kiss...
Chris woke up. "Now I know why they call it 'Smoochy Dreams."
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