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Disclaimer: I own no one but my OC, Sabrina. Anyone else is owned by Vince McMahon (except Kim Kardashian, of course).

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Sabrina woke up the next morning and smiled. Her head rested on Chris's chest, who was still sleeping. They didn't have sex the night before, but she was just as happy with what happened.

They kissed, then they'd stop to catch their breath, then they'd start all over again. Sabrina didn't realize how much she had craved his lips until she had finally gotten a taste of them.

"Good morning."

Sabrina sits up and runs a hand through her hair. "Good morning!"

Chris chuckles. "You seem excited."

She shrugs. "I guess. Listen, I know it's early in the morning, but I need to ask you something."

He sits up. "What's up?"

"Are we...?" She trails off. "Am I your girlfriend?"

"Well, I'd hope so," He says and she smiles. "Would it be better if I asked? Was the making out not enough?"

She rolls her eyes. "The making out was great, actually."

"Well..." He takes her hand. "Autumn." She glares at him and he smirks. "Sabrina. Would you like to be my girlfriend?"

"That'd be pretty awesome," She says. "Will this girlfriend thing include making out?"

"Of course."

"Then I'd love to be your girlfriend, Jericho."

Sabrina sat in the living room, eating a tuna fish sandwich and listening to music on her iPod. She faintly heard the front door open, but didn't pay any attention.

"You may be getting a call soon."

She looks up to see Chris walking toward her, carrying two grocery bags. She held back the urge to ask to help him. Instead, she pauses her music.

"Who's going to call me?" She asks, confused.

"Heath." He sets the bags on the counter, takes a magazine out of one of them, and hands it to her. "I don't remember seeing any paparazzi."

Sabrina looks at the magazine, People. It wasn't the main headline - that was about Kim Kardashian - but it was along the side.

Injured Diva Spotted with WWE Superstar/Rockstar. Are they dating?

She shrugs. "It's worse for other people."

"Really?"

"Yeah," She says. "I mean, the main headline is talking about Kim Kardashian's butt. Now she's going to be focused on making her butt look asstastic."

He chuckles, and says, "Well, there's nothing wrong with it. I just wanted you to be aware of why Heath will be calling you soon."

"Heath is going to call me about Kim Kardashian's asstastic butt?" She asks, smirking.

He rolls his eyes. "That's not what I meant."

Chris was going to say more, but, as if on cue, Sabrina's phone rang. It was in her pocket, so he didn't have to get it for her. Sure enough, the caller ID said Heathy Boo Bear! <3

Sabrina answers it.

"Hello?" She asks, her voice quieter than she intended.

"Is Sabrina Slater Trying to Break Down the Walls of Jericho?!" Heath exclaims.

Sabrina laughs. "Hey, that's pretty good. The headline I read - "

"What am I supposed to think?" He asks, incredulously. "Seriously, Autumn, what am I supposed to think?! You told me you weren't having sex with him!"

"Hey, I wasn't lying!" She says, getting offended. "Chris and I are not having sex, and if we were, I'd tell you!" She pauses. "Okay, I probably wouldn't tell you, because it's none of your business, but I would tell you if I wasn't, which I'm not. I only made out with him."

Chris chuckles from the kitchen.

"Are you guys dating or what?" Heath asks.

"Yes, we are," She says. "And it's awesome and I don't care what you think about it."

"I wish you would've told me," He says, sighing. "That's great, though."

"I was going to tell you!" She exclaims. "The magazines got ahold of the info first. I didn't even see any paparazzi last night! I took him to Tony's - you know, the pizza place - and he kept thinking I took him to a drug dealer, so I didn't think anyone would follow us."

"Sorry for freaking out on you," Heath says. "Wait...How old is he?"

"Forty-something...I think," She guesses. She looks at Chris. "How old are you?"

"Why don't you know how old he is?" Heath asks, confused.

"Forty-three," Chris answers.

"He's forty-three," Sabrina says, ignoring Heath's question. "He's only...sixteen years older than me."

There's a brief pause, before Heath finally says, "If you're happy, that's all that matters."

"I can't remember the last time I was this happy," She admits. "So I'd say I'm pretty happy."

"Good," He says. "Well, I just called to see if the headline was true."

"Oh, hey," Sabrina says. "Do you think Kim Kardashian is asstastic?"

"Asstastic?"

"Yeah. It means her ass is fantastic," She says.

"Uh...I think I'm just going to hang up now," He says and Sabrina laughs. "Bye, Autumn."

"Bye, Heath."

"So...?" Chris asks, raising his eyebrows.

"So what?"

"What does Heath think of Kim's butt?" He asks.

"He hung up and wouldn't tell me," Sabrina says, sighing. "I really wanted to know, too."

"That's what the next headline would've read," Chris says, smirking. "Heath Slater Thinks Kim Kardashian is Asstastic!"

Sabrina laughs. "Yes, because that's exactly what would happen. Heath's married and he refuses to think any woman besides his wife is even remotely pretty."

"What about you?" He asks.

"Okay, his wife and me," She says. "Everyone else is ugly."

"Even Kim Kardashian?"

"Especially Kim Kardashian!" Sabrina exclaims.

"Oh, hey, that reminds me," Chris says, walking back to the kitchen and picking up some envelopes. "You got some mail."

"How did Kim make you think of mail?" She asks, laughing, as she takes the mail from him.

"You got something from the doctor," He says. "And I'm pretty sure Kim Kardashian doesn't look the way she does without the help of some doctors."

She rolls her eyes and opens the envelope. She reads through it.

"I have to go to physical therapy," She says. "Nothing bad or anything. I'm not going to die."

"Well, that's good," He says. "I like you being alive."

"I like being alive, too," She says. "But first I have to stay of my ankle for six weeks. Then I'll do the physical therapy for two to four weeks."

"Before you know it, you'll be back in the ring, defending your - our - Tag Team Championships!" Chris says.

"But it's so long until then!" She says, leaning her head back on the couch and closing her eyes. "I don't want to wait! I'm already tired of this thing on my leg. Will you do something to distract me?"

"We can...play a game?" Chris suggests, sitting down on the couch next to her.

"I don't have any," She says. "I'm rarely here, so I never saw a reason to buy any games."

"What if it's not a board game?" He asks. "What if it's...Truth or Dare?"

Sabrina lifts her head up. "I'm not choosing dare."

"Fine." He smirks. "I didn't think you would anyway."

"Are you saying I would fail at the dares?" She asks, frowning.

"I never said that," He says. "You did. I think you'd do just fine with the dares."

"Yeah, sure...."

"So do you want to play?"

Sabrina smirks. "It's on."

"Alright," Chris says. "Truth or dare?"

Without hesitating, she says, "Dare."

"I dare you to...." He says, standing up. He walks into the kitchen, rummages through a cabinet, and pulls out a yellow bottle. He looks at her and smirks. "I dare you to drink a spoonful of lemon juice."

She shrugs. "Okay." He moves to walk over to her, but she puts her hand up. "I'll go over there myself."

Sabrina stands up and goes over to Chris. He moves to get a spoon, but she stops him, taking the bottle from him. She uncaps it and takes a large gulp. She makes a face, for only a second, then hands the bottle back to Chris.

"What the...?"

"Heath always tried to convince me that lemon juice was lemonade," She explains. "He always made me drink it and I'm not exactly used to it, but it's not as bad as it could be."

"So you like lemon juice?" He asks.

"No, but I don't exactly hate it," She says, shrugging.

"Okay then...."

"Truth or dare?" She asks, smirking.

"Dare."

Sabrina, with the smirk still on her face, walks over to a cabinet across from her and opens it. She sets down one shot glass, and reaches back into the cabinet, producing a bottle.

Chris raises an eyebrow. "Whiskey? I didn't take you as someone who would drink, Sabrina."

"I dare you to take shots of whiskey," She says.

"Straight up whiskey?"

"Yep," She says. "Unless, of course, you can't."

"Alright," He says. "But only if you drink it, too."

"Is that a challenge, Jericho?"

"It is," He replies. "And I will drink more than you."

"You underestimate me."