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Christian was restless as he flipped through the channels on the cable TV in his hotel room. He was sitting up in the bed, legs sprawled out before him, his back resting against a pillow he had propped up on the headboard.
Try as he might, he couldn't seem to distract himself from his thoughts... Thoughts, of course, of *her*...
Their first night together had been so unexpected, yet so magical. Although they'd shared their first kiss on the night of Backlash four years ago, they hadn't done much else than exchange looks across the wrestling ring whenever he and Edge faced T&A, or in the arena or hotel hallways. Other than that, despite their kiss, they really hadn't interacted much since.
~August 2000 - the night of SummerSlam
Christian was trying his best to relax in the hotel room he and Edge were sharing, his body weary after the TLC match from earlier in the night. He was alone, as, despite all the bumps and bruises, his brother had insisted on going out for a night of drinking and clubbing with T&A.
The thought of the two big men brought to mind their beautiful manager... Trish had to be hurting as well, as she'd been in a match with Val Venis, against Eddy Guerrero and Chyna, for the Intercontinental title at the pay-per-view. The bout had come to an end after the Ninth Wonder of the World had gotten the little blonde all to herself. And Christian knew that, on top of getting a thorough beating by Chyna, Trish had to be getting a lot of slack from Val. The man had definitely not looked happy when he'd lost the IC strap.
Christian winced as he thought about what the man might have done or might be doing to show the diva his rage over losing the championship. In fact, the more he thought about it, it seemed a good idea to mosey on over to Trish or Val's hotel room to make sure everything was okay.
His hands clenching into fists as he thought further about the anger on the porn star's face directed at the blonde, he rose and went to the door. He couldn't help it - he was too worried the bastard might be hurting her.
The blond man stopped as he opened the door, his eyes taking in, with surprise, the sight of the woman of whom his thoughts were so consumed. She was standing right there in the doorway. Apparently, she'd been just about ready to knock when he opened the door. Her chocolate-brown eyes widened slightly in surprise of her own as she looked up into his face.
"Trish... Hi, I was just about to go to you."
"You... you were?" the young woman queried, her voice sounding small and almost childlike.
"Yeah," he admitted, his gaze never wavering from her pretty face. "I wanted to see if you were all right."
Trish cocked her head as she regarded him silently. She appeared thoughtful for a beat, then reached out to grasp his arm.
"Can I... come in?"
"Of course." Christian moved aside to allow the blonde diva entrance into his hotel room. His gaze still remained on her as he closed and locked the door, then made his way over to her.
"You were saying?"
The Canadian man ran a hand through his long blond hiar.
"Yeah, I... I was worried about you," he admitted. "After your match, Val must've been pretty pissed."
"He was..." Trish admitted. "He spent a good twenty minutes yelling at me for costing him the Intercontinental title, but that was all." Again, she cocked her head to one side as she eyed him, her expression softening. "You were really worried about me?"
Christian nodded.
"Yes, I was..."
The little blonde edged slightly closer to him, the distance between their bodies now mere inches.
"Wow... *I*..." She looked a small bit shy. "I have to admit - *I* was worried about *you*!" She lowered her head for a beat, biting her lip as she felt Christian's hand on her chin. Her eyes met his incredible blue ones as he tipped up her face.
"*You* were worried about *me*?"
She tilted her head, then nodded. The blond man couldn't help but think of her surprising shyness as endearing.
"You got pretty banged up in the TLC match..."
"Yeah, that's true... but I'm okay," he replied, his voice nearly a whisper as he felt his lips being drawn to hers.
Trish's heartbeat was quickening as she craned her head just enough to meet Christian's halfway, and she nearly lost her breath as he consumed her lips. Their kiss was so intense, and more passionate than their first had been.
The blond man let out a soft groan as he moved his hands, allowing them to roam over her curvaceous body. Her skin seemed to jump a bit when he touched certain areas, but definitely not in a bad way.
Trish cried out as one of his hands reached back to grasp her buttock, and she sank further into his touch. God... Ever since Backlash, she'd been unable to stop thinking of him.
The next thing she knew, Christian had swept her up in his arms, momentarily breaking their kiss as he carried her to the bed. When she was laying on it, their lips met again, and she reached up to tangle her hands into his long golden hair.
It felt like a dream to the blond man as he rid the diva of her clothing. God, she was beautiful. And when he removed his own garments, with her help, he thought he might just go crazy.
Trish gasped as she felt Christian enter her, her legs coming up to clasp around his waist. His thrusts were delicious, and before long, she joined him with her own movements.
"Oh, God... Christian!" She had to bite her lip to keep from screaming, her arms pulling him down to her. As he kissed her, she let out a muffled moan of pleasure.
"Trish..." The blond man gazed down into her ecstatic face, his own orgasm coming hard and fast. He let himself go within her, his breathing heavy and fast. "God, Trish..."
Both of them spent, he kissed her again...~