Back and Forth

Title: Back and Forth

Author: Analyssa

Pairing: Eric Bischoff/Stephanie McMahon

Rating: NC-17 for possible explicit sexual situations. That means if you're under 18, make sure your parents aren't in the house when you read this, kay?

Summary: When you drink, things happen. And sometimes those things don't go away so easily.

Disclaimer: Eric Bischoff, Stephanie McMahon are CHARACTERS portrayed by people with the same names, to my knowledge they've never had more than a friendship, they also belong to the McMahon family, Titan Sports, World Wrestling Entertainment and others, I don't own them and make no money from this story. Don't sue. I only have three Spongebob plastic cups and a poster of James Marsters to my name. Thanks.

Notes: GM = General Manager. Thoughts are in Italics. Sequel to Sometimes These Things Happen

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Stephanie felt as if a thousand jackhammers had just set up camp in her head and they were all jack hammering happily at the same time, as she opened her eyes the darkness greeted her, she allowed her eyes to readjust to the nearly pitch black room.

"Where the hell..."

She stopped speaking as a soft snore rattled her from behind. Oh god. It wasn't a dream, it was real. She looked over at the man beside her, he was naked from the chest up and she had a good feeling that he was naked underneath the sheet as well.

Eric. Drunk. Hotel. Kissing. Sex. SHUT UP MIND!

Stephanie quickly slipped out of the bed and onto the carpet with a quiet oomph. She reached around in the dark looking for her clothes, her fingers found her tank and she hurriedly slipped it on, she moved around on her hands and knees as quiet as a mouse. She couldn't face him, what would she say? 'Hey, nice fuck. Don't ever tell anyone or I'll have you killed.'

Her knee bumped into her pair of jeans, she felt in her pockets for her ID and money. Still there. Laying back, she slipped on the pair of jeans, not caring about her panties. She had to go, NOW. She continued to crawl out of the bedroom and into the living area, as soon as she was out of the line of vision of Eric, she stood up and made her way to the door. Her hand twisted open the knob, peeking her head out, she looked up and down the hallway. Making sure no one else was around, she slipped out of the room and ran to the elevators.

Stephanie repeatedly pressed the button for the elevator, it wouldn't come any sooner but it made her feel slightly better. What had she been thinking? She couldn't remember a small part of it but she did remember the basics, she was drunk, he walked her 'home', he took advantage of her... Well, it really didn't happen like that but it made her feel better to think it. She knew she was responsible for her actions but she just didn't know how she could be so stupid. Eric Bischoff! Her mind screamed. This wasn't something that was to be taken lightly, it's not like she didn't just kiss him like she did that oddball Kurt Angle, this was sex.

And you gave him a blow job.

The doors that took forever to open, opened and she stepped in. She got on her knees for Eric, she pleaded with him to be with her, Hunter and alcohol had made her a desperate woman. She cupped her face in her hands as the doors shut.

"Why me?" She asked herself. "How the hell do I get into so many situations?"

She glanced at the monitor above the set of buttons, the clock on the screen read: 5:03 She tried to think back to the events of that night. That stupid little college student with a clip on tie served her with the papers at around 10 in the morning, she had to deal with bookings and meetings until 4 in the afternoon and then that bar, she knew that none of the wrestlers would ever hang out in a bar like that but she was wrong, a rat like Eric would. There were no hot women, just a bunch of lonely guys and some sad looking girls. It was the place to hang out when you had nothing left.

She smelled like him now, she noticed. She was still...dirty from their encounter. She had just made the biggest mistake of her life so why didn't she feel bad? Yeah, she felt nervous about what people would think but it was good, really good, she had to admit. He was an amazing kisser, she knew that mouth had to be good fomethmething other than yapping like a lap dog.

The doors opened and without a word she walked out into the lobby. She had nowhere to go, no room, no husband, nothing. As she walked out the double glass doors, she spotted the place she could go at least for the morning.

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She was gone.

Just like that, he didn't even realize she had left. He turned over to hold her and nothing was there. That side of the bed was still warm so he bunched up the sheet around him and walked into the living room, no sign of her. He stepped to the door, opening it slowly, he looked up and down the hallway. No Stephanie.

He let out a deep sigh as he shut the door. He had expected this but he never really wanted it. Eric trudged back to the bed, settling at the front, his body was aching, his head was killing him. He didn't know if it a hangover or... heartache?

Oh, don't be silly. Heartache? Hah.

He looked down at the carpet and noticed something. Her panties. He hadn't noticed but the print on their underwear had nearly matched, little smiley faces stared back at him. He held them up with one hand, they weren't what he had expected from Stephanie. They weren't see through, skanky or a thong. They were cute and simple. He gave a sideways glance to the trash can next to the desk in the living room.

Throw them away or give 'em back?

He got up from the bed, letting the sheet fall to the floor, Eric reached the trash can and dangled the panties between his fingers above the wicker wastebasket, debating about whether to toss them or to throw them in his bag.

He decided for the latter, he tucked them away carefully in a small pocket on his leather duffle bag. Pulling out some clothes to wear, he headed for the shower, he'd find her today and he'd return her little calling card too.