Author’s Note: This fic is based on a quote from the
4/5/2001 episode of SmackDown in which Jericho says to Stephanie:
"If you even think of interfering in this match tonight, I will make you
scream louder than your ass-clown of a husband ever, ever has."
Stephanie smiled as she entered the locker room, more than ready to gloat about
her husband’s victory. As she looked around the room, she heard the
sounds of things being tossed around coming from the adjoining room, and her
smile widened because she knew that her foe was indeed still here.
“I told you that you’d need luck against Triple H tonight,” she said with
a smirk as Chris Jericho emerged from the other room, his bag slung over his
shoulder. He had changed since the match, now wearing one of his tasteless
T-shirts and those black vinyl pants that looked far better on him than she
cared to admit. He may be a jerk, but damn, he had an ass. When he
heard her voice, he stopped and glared at her, dropping his bag to the floor.
“You know, princess, I’d say that right now is not the best time for you to
come calling,” he said as he approached her, and Steph smirked again.
“Aw, is poor little Chris upset about losing his title?” she asked, then
jumped as he reached around her, slamming the door shut.
“Pissed as hell, and I’ve got a headache. Do you really want to deal
with me now?”
“Yeah, well, you deserved it... Putting me in the Walls of Jericho like
that...”
“And I thought that was the best part of the match... You should have known
better, princess. I’ve done it to you before. I told you that if
you interfered I’d make you scream.”
“And you did,” Stephanie responded nervously, feeling a weird rush of
anticipation as she looked into his unreadable eyes. Much as she hated
this man, there was still something about him...
“I saw the look on your face when I grabbed you, Stephanie... You looked so
scared. Kind of like you did at King of the Ring... Did you think I was
going to kiss you again?” he asked, and the brunette tried to look shocked and
appalled. She was, at least, shocked... How could he have known she’d
been thinking that?
“Of course not...”
“You know,” he said quietly, lifting a hand to toss her hair back over her
shoulder. “I did make you scream tonight... But it wasn’t nearly
enough. Not for the crap that was pulled out there.”
“What do you... What are you-?” Stephanie’s questions were cut off as she
suddenly found Chris Jericho’s lips pressed against hers, kissing her
hungrily, and she first squealed and struggled in protest before realizing
something...
Chris was a very, very good kisser.
As Jericho’s strong arms banded around her, yanking her flush against him,
Stephanie lost all semblances of her sanity and pressed against him, her own
hands coming up to tangle in his long, blonde hair, which was still wet from his
shower. Some small part of her deep inside told her that this was wrong,
very, very wrong, and she needed to put a stop to it right now, but at the
moment, she didn’t feel like listening to that part of herself.
Stephanie moaned in frustration as Chris pulled away from her, throwing her arms
from around his neck, and the brunette yelped in surprise as he suddenly threw
her down to the floor, much like he had earlier in the ring, and for one odd
moment, she thought he was going to put her in the Walls again... But instead he
followed her descent, coming down on top of her, his mouth crushing against hers
once more, then going lower, trailing down her throat and tracing the plunging
neckline of her shirt, his tongue flicking out and nudging beneath the material,
causing her to gasp.
“Oh, God,” she managed, and Jericho chuckled as he lifted his head to look
down at her for a moment.
“You like that, princess? Good... But remember, I’m not God.
I’m Chris Jericho,” he said breathlessly as he pulled her shirt from her
waistband and up and over her head, Stephanie mindlessly helping him in his task
before pulling at his shirt, and he obliged her by removing it as well before
coming back down to her, his lips crushing hers once more. She felt his
arms curl around her back, and then suddenly he was pulling the straps of her
bra down her arms and flinging the piece of silk away, and she felt flesh
against flesh.
Damn it, he was about to make her lose her mind... Or maybe he already had.
Without thinking, Stephanie managed to find the leverage to flip them over, and
she straddled him, sitting up and looking down into his flashing blue eyes for a
moment before leaning down and attacking his throat, then his chest with her
lips, tongue, and teeth, eliciting a low moan from him.
“Oh, that’s good... Definitely a better use for that mouth of yours...” he
moaned, and she raised her eyebrows as she lifted her head to look at him.
“You’ve got quite the mouth yourself,” she replied, her voice challenging,
and Jericho smirked at her before suddenly moving, flipping her onto her back
and kneeling between her legs, first dispensing with her shoes, tossing then
behind him, where they smacked against the wall, before going for the waist of
her jeans, freeing the button and lowering the zipper, then yanking the pants
down and off.
Stephanie moaned as he crawled over her and latched onto her throat once again,
licking, kissing, and sucking as he moved downwards from her throat to her chest
and belly, then lower. Stephanie’s eyes widened as his mouth found her,
and she arched against him, one leg coming up to drape over his shoulder as she
gave into the sensations. She was so shocked and turned on by his actions
that it wasn’t long before she snapped, screaming out her pleasure as the
orgasm washed over her, seeming to go on endlessly. When it was finally
over, Chris raised up a bit, looking at her as she tried to catch her breath, a
smirk coming to his lips.
He wasn’t done with her yet.
She barely realized what was going on when Chris rose over her once more,
kissing her brutally as plunged into her, causing her to cry out again, though
this time her scream was muffled by his lips. Stephanie scored her nails
down his back, then dipped her hands inside his vinyl pants to clutch that
terrific ass of his, realizing that he’d only pulled his pants down far enough
to free himself, and he was still partially clothed while she was totally naked.
Lord, the imagery that gave her...
Stephanie clutched at him as he pumped into her, trying to pull him even deeper
within her than he already was, rising up to meet his thrusts, moaning
mindlessly as she rocked her head back and forth. So close, she was so
close... She whimpered when he suddenly stopped moving, desperate to reach that
precipice, and she heard his voice in her ear, harsh with need.
“Open your eyes, Stephanie. Open your eyes... Know that it’s me,” he
urged, and once she did, meeting his gaze, he resumed his thrusts, reaching down
between their bodies and finding her, and she screamed again as she came once
more.
“Chris... Oh, God, Chris!”
She felt him reach his peak as well, the pleasure almost knocking her senseless,
and she wasn’t sure how long it was before she really came back to herself,
but when she did, they were still lying on the floor of the locker room,
Chris’s head resting against her breast as they both struggled to get control
of their breathing, her hand stroking through his damp hair. After a
moment, he spoke, his voice muffled against her breasts, but she could still
hear his words.
“Told you I’d make you scream.”
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