Disclaimer: Don't own either one, please don't sue me.
Distribution: Flights.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Stephanie gets to find out how undead rock and roll is.
Note: I got the new Essence magazine today and I had Lenny on the mind. Steph just happened to be the lucky girl to reap the rewards of my lusty thoughts.

Stephanie watched Lenny Kravitz walk into WWF NY and her heart started to beat a wild tempo inside her chest. Yes, she worked with some of the handsomest men in the world. But he was a rock star through and through. And he was, quite possibly, the sexiest man she'd ever seen. There was something about his constantly hooded eyes and his piercings that just turned her on so much.
She gathered up her courage, ran her hands over her hips clad a simple black dress and made her way over to him in VIP area to greet personally.
"Mr. Kravitz," she said, "my name is Stephanie McMahon. I'd like to welcome you to the WWF New York."
Lenny looked at the woman standing in front of him couldn't stop his body's unexpected reaction to her. She couldn't be more different from his usual type and yet, there was something about her soft aura that called out to him in the most primal fashion.
"Thanks," he said, taking her hand, "it's a pleasure to be here."
"I hate to sound like a gushing fan but I love your music."
"It's all right. A man enjoys his fans, no matter who they are."
"Thank you. Listen, I'll let you enjoy the restaurant and if you need anything else, let me know."
Lenny just waited for her to turn around and start walking away and then he grinned mischievously.
"Uh Stephanie?"
"Yes."
"Maybe you could show me to my seat."
The young woman walked back Lenny, grinning at him, resting her hand in the crook of his elbow.

That night, Stephanie fell wholly and completely in love with Lenny Kravitz. And he found himself being completely and utterly charmed by this sometimes naive young woman who was completely unaware of her simple looks' devastating effect on him.
"So you wrestle?" he asked her.
"A little. I do cat fights mostly."
"And you don't get hurt?"
"I'm careful."
"You do that," he whispered, reaching across the table to stroke her hand. "Don't get hurt. I wouldn't like that."
"Why not?" Stephanie blushed, her heart beating wildly.
"I just wouldn't."

Later, Stephanie couldn't have been more surprised to find herself on the dance floor, swaying to the music in Lenny Kravitz's arms. She wanted to melt and shout out in glee all at once. She looked up at him and ran a gentle finger down the shell of his ear.
"Why so many?" she asked.
"Why not?"
"Doesn't it hurt?"
"No, not really."
"I couldn't do that to myself."
"Why not?"
"I hate being in pain."
"You get thrown around a ring and you hate being in pain?"
"Silly isn't it?"
"Not really... one's work and the other one... isn't."
"Right."

The club portion of WWF NY was closing down and Stephanie reluctantly looked at her watch.
"It's getting late," she told Lenny.
"I know."
"I don't want to leave and I don't want you to go."
"I don't want to go either. I don't know... I like you Stephanie McMahon. I like you a lot. I could get used to having you around."
"Problem is, I'm not around much. I'm on the road a lot."
"Well, how's this? I'll give you my number and you give me mine. We'll stay in touch. Would you like that?"
"Yes."

And so the McMahon-Kravitz romance began. Whenever his daughter Zoe was with her mother, Lenny was with his new girlfriend. And though Stephanie thoroughly and completely enjoyed dating a rock star, there was something she knew she was missing out on-- something she'd heard about when it came to rock stars... the sex.
Yeah, she'd kissed Lenny, but they never went all the way. Not that she didn't want to. She did. She couldn't remember wanting a man quite as much as she wanted this one, but he held back from her. He wanted to talk to her instead. It was driving Stephanie crazy. She'd wanted this man for such a long time and now, now she had him-- well, almost had him and he kept pushing her away. It was driving her insane.
"Uh Steph," Lenny asked, "are you listening to me?"
"No!"
"Hey, what's the matter?"
Instead of answering, Stephanie eased into Lenny's arms and laid a kiss on his full lips. He responded immediately and soon, they were lying on her bed, their hands busily groping each other. The young woman was tethering on the edge when he pulled away from her.
"I think we'd better stop."
"Why the fuck should we? I mean, do I have to wear an inch-long skirt and squeal your name like a sixteen year-old groupie for you to want me?"
"Damn it, I want you. And damn it, I like you. But I just believe in taking my time."
"Your time? Lenny, I swear to god, if you don't fuck me now, I'm going to find myself a ship full of sailors and have my way with them."
"Well, well, well, little miss McMahon's got a temper..."
"Miss McMahon's horny! Now, are you going to do anything about it or shall I?"
Lenny's eyes hooded and Stephanie bit her lower lip from the inside, trying not to swoon at the sight.
"You wouldn't dare..."
"I'm a McMahon Lenny. There's nothing I wouldn't dare," Stephanie whispered as she slid off the bed until she was standing on shaky legs.
Lenny leaned back on his elbows and watched as Stephanie's hands covered her firm breasts and she teased her nipples until he could almost see their dark shadow through the light blue cotton. Then, she snuck a hand into the waistband of her skirt and he watched her fine fingers move under the jersey of her skirt as they sought entrance into the paradise of her panties.
He couldn't believe it. She was actually doing this. Lenny'd fully expected her to relent and yet-- yet he was lying on a bed, watching Stephanie McMahon play with herself.
"I'm close Lenny," she panted, her eyes closed, "I'm really close."
"How close?"
"So close that if you don't want this to be-- oh God-- just spectator sport, I suggest you move mighty fast."
Needing no further invitation, Lenny peeled off his jeans off his hips and Stephanie's eyes widened when she saw the gold hoop above his pubic bone, adorned with a diamond.
"What the..."
"Climb on," Lenny urged her, pulling her panties down her legs, "and you'll see."
Only too eager to see what Lenny had been keeping from her, Stephanie climbed on and eased her sheath along Lenny's massive length. When she finally had him all in her, she understood.
"Oh my-- that's-- oh my..."
"Yeah-- I only save this baby for the girls I really like."
"Does that mean..."
"That means that you're likable Stephanie McMahon. Very likable."
Her eyes closed, Stephanie rode slowly to the first explosion of her ecstasy. And before she could slump in a tired heap in Lenny's arms, he flipped her onto her back and started making his hips move in the wild way Stephanie had fallen for in the first place.
And every time her clit came into contact with the diamond, Stephanie reached another orgasmic plateau until she was nothing more than an incoherent mess in his arms. Then, he started thrusting in earnest, bringing them both to an orgasm that left them unable to remember their own names.

"Remember what I asked you about the piercings that first night we met?" Stephanie whispered, lightly brushing hair out of her face.
"Yeah."
"Now I know why-- and I'm so glad..."

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