Simple As That

Disclaimer: Oh how I wish…I wish I owned WWE or any of the characters that exist on WWE. More importantly I wish I could own Chris for just…one night. One night would make all my drea- oh, you’re reading this aren’t you? Oops. –hides- Alright, so I don’t own them but I so wish I did. Happy now? However, I do own Angel…and Mia and the crazy fan mentioned in this chapter.

A/N: Been a few weeks since I’ve updated and I apologize I’ve just had a really busy schedule. I hope you’re enjoying this story as I’m enjoying writing it. Please continue to review and I can’t wait to bring you more. Hint. Reviews make me write faster. Don’t believe me? Check out my other stories. Thanks!

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“Oh wow, you’re like…do you know who you are?” A young blonde asked as Chris tried walking off the elevator. He smiled.

“Well, when I went to bed last night, I was Chris Jericho. I hope I’m still Chris. Am I?” The girl nodded and slowly extended a shaking hand.

“I-I love you so much. I mean I look up to you and I can’t wait till you’re in the ring again. Can I, can I just get a hug?”

“Sure.” The girl nearly screamed as she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck. Chris hugged back and managed to keep a tight hold on her until she let go. Just as he glanced up however, he saw Angel walking into the hotel and his smile widened. “I hate to be rude, but if you’ll excuse me.” Chris walked, crutch under his arm, towards Angel and he embraced her into a tight hug. When he looked back towards the girl, she seemed completely oblivious to everything that was going on and didn’t look like she was coming down off of cloud nine anytime soon.

“Wow. Excited fan?” Angel asked, whispering in his ear. Chris nodded and wrapped his arm lightly around her.

“Lets just get me checked out and we’ll get out of here.”

“Alright, you really seem anxious to get out. Everything okay?”

“Yeah. I just miss a good home-cooked meal is all.” Angel nodded and took Chris’ bag for him. They both walked up to the desk and while Chris was busy paying for the hotel and getting things signed, Angel tried figuring out a way to tell Chris about Mia. Looking back towards him she bit her lower lip. No guy had ever really had her thinking non-stop about him and no guy had ever really interested her after Mia’s father took off. Till now. With a small reluctant sigh she shook her head, nothing was going to happen between the two of them and nothing ever could. He had just got divorced, it wasn’t like he was going to be ready to jump into a relationship. ‘But this could help both of you’ she thought, ‘sex doesn’t mean anything. Just fun for two consenting adults’ she scolded herself for her thoughts buey key kept drifting towards simply wrong. She hadn’t known him for very long and already she wanted his hands all over her? It had been way too damn long.

“Angel?” She shook her head.

“What?”

“You ready to go? I’m finished here.” Angel smiled and picked the bag back up. It had fallen off her shoulder and was sitting on the floor. Letting a deep sigh out she tried calming down and tried making her thoughts more friends related. ‘Yeah, friends with benefits’ Angel quickly picked up the pace. It wasn’t until she stopped at the car that Chris caught up to her. “Hey, where’s the fire?” He laughed softly, “You’re acting like the worst thing imaginable is behind you. Everything okay?”

“Yeah. Of course everything’s okay. Why would anything be wrong?” She unlocked his door and opened it. Quickly walking around the car she put his bag in the backseat and climbed in, keeping her eyes away from Chris’ gaze.

“Because you’re acting really weird. Did I do something wrong?”

“No of course not, you didn’t do anything. It’s me.”

“You?”

“Yeah, I’m just acting weird is all. Had a day and now its playing mind games with me. Don’t worry about it.” Chris slowly nodded and while she was concentrating on getting the car started, he reached out and grabbed her hand. She jumped at the sudden touch.

“Hey, calm down, it’s alright. I’ll tell you what. When we get to your house, I’ll fix you something to eat and from there we can relax and watch movies. Sound good?” Angel paled.

“About that. Chris, I need to tell you something.” Chris shook his head and placed a finger across her lips.

“Hush. From this moment on you’re not going to talk. Tonight is your night and I’m going to make sure that everything that’s stressing you out goes away. I don’t care what I have to do. How many baths I have to put you in. You will be stress free by the end of the night.” Angel smiled and tried to say something again but he cut her off, “No, now just drive and try to relax. We’ll deal with everything when we get to your house.” Angel slowly nodded, things certainly would have to be…dealt with when they got to her house. Big time.



Pulling up to her house, Angel gave a small frown and then looked towards Chris who seemed in complete awe. She slowly climbed out of the car and grabbed his bag. Waiting for him by his side of the car, she closed the door after him when he got out of the car. He slowly walked towards the door and just before they got there, he turned towards her.

“You have a beautiful home. What did you do before you signed the contract for WWE?” Angel smiled.

“I’m a writer.”

“A writer eh? And what kinds of,” Chris moved closer towards her, making her lean against a pillar, “things do you write?” Angel laughed softly and shook her head.

“Romance novels.”

“Oh, sounds interesting.” He grinned and pushed the bit of hair out of her face. “Tell me. Do you ever do research for your novels?”

“Not really.”

“How come?”

“Because, it’s based on pure emotion. What the person is feeling at a particular time. It’s storyline. It’s your imagination that takes the story places. Granted you have to do research every now and then to make sure that the facts your present are completely true and you have to make sure you’re not copying anyone.” Chris grinned.

“Really?” Angel nodded and he tilted his head to the side. “You know, Angel, I’m going to be completely honest with you. I just recently got divorced and I, I really haven’t been myself lately but I think you can help me. That is, if you want.” Angel raised an eyebrow.

“Oh really? How is that?”

“Simple.” Suddenly, Chris’ lips crushed against her and his crutch landed in a pile of flowers by the door. His fingers attacked her silky strands of hair, running through them. His tongue moved against hers, massaging it as her hands travels up his shoulders and down his back. She bit his lower lip a little, only making him want to taste more of her. She tasted better than he could’ve ever imagined. It was a mix of vanilla and strawberries and it was driving him insane. Just as his hands caressed her hair and the sides of her face, her fingers did exploring as they ran through his hair. She pulled him closer, deepening their kiss. Slowly, they broke apart, their foreheads touching. Neither opened their eyes and neither said much, there were just heavy pants of breathing. Neither of them heard the door open.

“Mommy?”