Title: Chemistry
Author: Noellevious ([email protected])
Distribution: Kai & Stasia. You want it? Just ask!
Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction. All situations herein
have
been falsified. In the case of song lyrics or trademarked characters
being
used or portrayed, they belong solely to their creator and/or those who
own
the rights to them.
Rating: PG
Content: Monologue
Wrestlers: Stephanie McMahon
Lead In: Stephanie tries to deny an attraction.
Feedback: Gimmie fuel, gimmie fire, gimmie the FEEDBACK I desire!
Notes: This was written just after this twosomes first meeting on
Smackdown.
I think it needs to be said...when they're together, they set the screen
on
fire. :D
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I hate him.
I stood close enough to him to feel the heat radiating from his body.
Close enough to smell him.
Marlboro's just barely masked by Cool Mint Listerine.
His scent reminded me of my dad, actually.
I hate him.
At least, I think I do.
I should.
When I stepped up to you, I tried to be as strong, as confident, as smug
as I
could.
I looked at you, glared at you, with my steely gray blue eyes.
My McMahon eyes.
You were supposed to shrink back.
You were supposed to falter.
But you didn't.
I was so ready to cut you down.
But when I looked at you, looked into your eyes and saw all the
confidence
that I pretend to possess -
It knocked the wind out of me.
You and your little self satisfied smirk.
That used to be my smirk.
Before I looked in your eyes and saw who you were, what you are.
You aren't what I thought you'd be.
You aren't old.
Desperate.
Grasping for your last bit of fame.
You're everything I wish I were.
Under your dark gaze, I was taken aback and made to be so, so small.
I was young and vulnerable. Green and naive.
A little girl sitting on my father's knee.
Not the woman I think I am, the powerhouse I'm supposed to be.
How could you do that to me?
How could you see right through me?
How could your vision do that? Tear through flesh and sinew and marrow
and
bone and see clear on through to the other side?
Why does thinking about the way you looked at me chill me so?
Why do I feel your presence when you're not here?
You rocked me to my core, Bischoff.
I don't know why.
I'm a married woman, but I've never felt this way before.
What is it?
It's nothing.
It's nothing...right?
It has to be.
