Title: Cry
Author: Shantay
Email: Not a soul belongs to me…
Distribution: I'm not sure why you would want to post this crap anywhere, but ok…just ask me first. )
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Nothing much really.
Summary: No one has ever seen her cry, except for one person. A quick four parter featuring Amy Dumas/Lita, Chris Jericho, Matt Hardy, Christian, Torrie Wilson, Trish Stratus, and Edge.
Content warning: It gets a little descriptive at a certain point.
Part One
She leaned back against the wall as the tears stung her eyes. She slid down it and buried her face in her hands. It was only a matter of time before she had completely broken down. But she had to make sure to get as far away as possible. She couldn't let him see her cry. Never. No one had ever seen her cry, not even him. Well, no one except for…
She didn't even bother to look up as the door right next to her opened. "Amy, sweetie, are you okay?" Chris squatted down in front of her, trying to see her face. But she kept it hidden from him. He reached out a comforting hand and placed it on her down-turned head. "I came as soon as I got your call."
She looked up letting her reddened eyes meet his blue ones. Gosh, she must have been quite the sight. She could only imagine the black mascara running all down her face, eyes all watery and red, hair disheveled…just a total mess. Yet, he didn't seem to care. He hadn't even flinched when she'd made eye contact with him. But, of course, he'd seen this before.
She reached her arms out to him and he gently reciprocated, holding her close. She hid her face in his neck. All she wanted to do was hide herself from the world. He would help her do that.
She laid her head there on his shoulder for a couple of minutes in absolute silence. There were no sobs. She wasn't the sobbing type. She just rested there as tears continuously slipped from her eyes. And not once did she feel him try to release her or pull away.
"Can I take you somewhere?"
She pulled back and just stared at him. He stood and offered his hand to her. She watched him the entire time as she took his hand and let him lead her out of the room. Not once did she ask where they were going. She didn't need to ask. It didn't matter. She trusted him. She didn't ask as he led her out of the building, shielding her from the questioning eyes of their coworkers. She didn't ask as they got into his car and headed out of the arena's garage. She simply laid her head against the window helplessly and watched the dark scenery fly by.
The car came to a halt. The driver's door closed and she lifted her head. She watched his figure walk around the car to her door, opening it.
"You comin'?"
She stepped out of the car. It was beautiful. Even in the dark of the night, she could clearly see the gorgeous green grass that stretched for hundreds of yards, making the most wonderful hills. He walked to peak of the first hill and sat down. She inhaled deeply before joining him. She brought her knees up and wrapped her arms around her legs, matching his pose.
"What do you think it is? Maybe 100 yards before you reach the bottom of this hill?" She looked at him but he kept his eyes trained on the sight ahead of them. She sighed before looking at the same thing he was looking at.
Shrugging, she replied, "I don't know. But it's a long way down."
He tilted his head forward, eyeing the grass beneath him. He stretched his legs out and, slouching over, he began to pull strands of grass out. She observed the serious look that befell him. That wasn't something that happened often when it concerned Chris Jericho. He was usually the first and last one laughing. He was always the one telling jokes.
"Remember when we traveled here about six years ago?" he asked rhetorically, knowing her answer. "I was kind of down that day, actually really down that day, so I drove around for a while. I found this place. I sat down right here, wallowing in my misery. I felt pretty pathetic. So I sat here for some time, taking in the scenery. And you know what I thought?"
He turned to her and met her hazel eyes. Her eyes were searching for the answer and she just looked so intrigued. "I thought that as much as my life sucked right then, nothing could possibly suck more than falling down this hill." A smile spread across his face.
She watched him for a few seconds. Then she laughed. She herself couldn't even believe it. She shook her head as she looked to her hand which pulled at the grass.
He leaned back on his hands and looked up at the starry night sky. "Every time we come to this city and I'm thinking about how badly I want to leave, I come here. I just sit here and think. No one's ever known about it."
Her eyebrows rose. "I guess that makes me special."
"You are special." There was nothing humorous about his tone at all. She shut her eyes as she absorbed his words. "Ames, don't let any of this make you feel any differently. He loves you. I know he does."
She looked out ahead of her again. A single tear slipped out of the corner of her eye. "This is the hardest breakup I've ever had. Usually I can find something terrible about the guy that'll just make me feel so much better. But Matt was always so good to me. We had good times together. I can't find anything wrong about him. And I just want to hate him so much right now."
"Because he broke your heart?"
She inhaled deeply, suddenly becoming fired up. "He said he just didn't feel anything between us anymore. Like that something had disappeared. What the hell does that mean? We were stable. Neither one of us ever cheated. We were happy. We loved each other."
"Were you in love with each other?"
Amy continued to stare out in the darkness. She swore she could hear her heartbeat. She looked down, her shoulders dropping.
Chris cleared his throat. "Don't think about what you've lost, okay? Think about the fact that you had an awesome relationship with an amazing guy, who you'll probably be lucky enough to have as an even more incredible friend."
"It's just so hard to believe that it's over. It's been so long. I can't imagine having it any other way."
"I guess this is where you start something new. Live spontaneously."
She brought her legs underneath her, crossing them. A tiny smile came to her face. "It's crazy to think that we officially got together right here, in this city. And it's already been six year…" Her eyes opened wider as she immediately stopped pulling the grass strands. She looked over to him.
He was looking at her. That same innocent look that was so becoming of him was on his face. He sat straight up, not breaking the gaze or changing his expression. He reached over and pushed her red hair behind her ear. "Let me take you back."
He stood and wiped the grass off the back of his pants. He then offered his hand to her. She reached her arm out and slipped her hand into his. He closed his fingers around her soft hand and caressed it with his thumb. He then pulled her up and proceeded to walk to the car. She stood speechless for a few moments before following him and getting in the car.
The ride back to the hotel wasn't nearly as quick as the ride from it. The tension thickened the air. But Amy wasn't sure if Chris was feeling it at all. He just kept his eyes on the road. And that look. That look that was on his face when she turned to him…it was still there. She wasn't sure if he was actually oblivious to what was going on and she had just jumped to conclusions or if he was just trying to ignore the situation that had arisen.
They arrived back at the hotel at just about the same time as many other wrestlers. They greeted them as they walked through the lobby and to the elevator. Amy couldn't help but notice the sympathetic looks that were being sent her way. She couldn't even begin to guess how many people had heard her and Matt fighting. And they probably thought that she was so pathetic. She cringed at the thought of her begging Matt not to leave her, not to give up on them. She'd gone from feeling pain to utter humiliation.
The pair entered the elevator and Chris reached to press the button for the fourth floor.
"Your room," her voice commanded. "I'm not ready to go there yet."
Chris complied and pressed the button for the fifth floor instead. The elevator seemed to take an eternity to get to the floor. Then it was an uneasy walk down the long hallway to his room. He pulled out his room key, swiped it in the door, and entered his room. He took a few steps inside before stopping and sighing. He turned around.
She stood in the doorway just watching him, not saying a word. He shrugged and raised his hands in the air as though he were urging her to give him the answer. "What was I supposed to do Amy? I didn't know how to tell you." He turned away from her, walking over to the bed and plopped down on it. She entered the room and shut the door behind her.
"I've always told you everything. But this…no. No way. What would I look like? What kind of friend hates the fact that his best friend is happy? What kind of friend wants to come between her and her boyfriend?" He leaned over and rested his forearms on his thighs. He clasped his hands together and breathed deeply. "It killed me when I found out about the two of you. I had to get out of there. I couldn't stand the thought of seeing you two together. Deep down, I wanted to kill Matt. I knew it was stupid. I'd always been too afraid to tell you that I had feelings for you. I just…"
He looked at her. Her head was tilted to the side as she patiently listened to his story. Her eyes were so big and compassionate. God, she was eyeing him as though he were a lost puppy. "When I went to the hill that night, I had time to clear my mind. I came to terms with it. I decided to let go and move on. You were happy and I didn't want to ruin that. And I didn't want to lose you. I made the best decision that I've probably ever made. I gave up on you."
Her eyes shifted, looking along the floor of the hotel room. She moved her jaw uncomfortably and crossed her arms over her chest. "Ames, look at where we are now. You had an amazing six-year relationship with Matt. I'm sorry you two broke up today but you got so much from your time with him. I saw that. It helped you grow. And me and you…we're better friends than we were six years ago. It was the right choice."
She brought her gaze back to him. She stared him down with icy eyes, which pierced right through him. Chris offered her a smile. "I'm fine babe. I swear."
Amy dropped her arms and walked over to the bed. She sat down beside her best friend. The stare between them remained intact the entire time. He couldn't help but notice the way her chest heaved up and down with her breaths. He swallowed as he slowly sat up straight. After a few moments, she finally spoke her first words. "I'm not fine."
She leaned in slowly. He never took his eyes off of her, simply watching her. She held his blue eyes with her own as she was merely an inch away from his face. She paused for a second. Breaking eye contact for the first time, only for a second, she looked at his lips and then looked into his eyes again. She then let her eyelids flutter shut and closed the distance.
Her lips were on his slightly parted ones and now it was up to him to finish what she'd started. He closed his eyes as he closed his lips on hers. They held that simple sweet kiss for a few moments before either dared to make a move. They pulled back ending the liplock and the redhead rested her forehead against his. Now, he was breathing just as hard as her. He couldn't believe how much a tiny kiss had stimulated him. And he couldn't believe that they were this close to each other, in this manner.
She slowly brought her hand up to his face, caressing his cheek with her thumb. Her hand then slid to the back of his head. She laced her fingers with his blonde strands and then cupped his head in her hand. They both then leaned in to finish what had been started.
She yawned. Keeping her eyes closed, she tried to imagine what they looked like right then. Her head lay against his chest. Her leg was over his leg. Her hand rested on his hardened, well-defined abs. And his arm was wrapped around her bare back, hand gripping her waist, holding her against him. She tightened up as she tried to move so as not to wake him. She reached back and removed his hand from her waist. Once she'd lifted her head, she began to ease back. She was, however, unsuccessful in not waking him up.
She looked at his sleepy face, meeting his confused blue eyes. She immediately smiled, like a child caught with her hand in the candy jar. "Hi."
"Hi." His voice was scratchy. He pulled his arm from underneath her and shifted in the bed. Her heart was pounding. She pulled the sheet up to completely cover herself as she slid a safe distance away from him in the bed. He ended up lying flat on his back. Lifting his head, he looked at her and then ran his fingers through his hair before letting his head hit the pillow.
She lay on her back and stared at the ceiling, mirroring his action. She could feel the blood pulsing through all ten fingers as she clutched the sheet against her chest.
"That was quite the night, huh?" His voice broke the awkward silence. Neither one dared to look at the other.
"Yeah."
She shut her eyes as the visions flooded her mind, every moment from that first kiss to probably the third time that he'd made her climax in one night. She remembered the taste of his soft lips. She licked her lips at the thought of the feeling she'd gotten when she was straddling his hips. She'd memorized every contour of his body as she had kissed and explored every inch of it. She wiggled her toes as she felt herself heating up all over again. And then there was the look on his face when she was riding him. And the way he said her name and played with her hair when she went down on him.
And she couldn't forget all of the things he'd done to her. The way he'd loved every inch of her body. The grip of his strong hands on her thighs, her waist. The feel of his mouth on every part of her anatomy. She almost couldn't control herself when he slid his fingers in and out of her. Then she'd watched him as he sucked on those same fingers, tasting every little bit of her. And there was the way he touched her down there, running his fingers over the sensitive bud, causing her body to writhe beneath as he worked wonders with his tongue in her mouth at the same time. She remembered screaming his name so loud when he'd pleasured her with his tongue that the whole hotel probably heard it and she hadn't even cared. And nothing compared to the feel of him inside of her and the many different positions they'd utilized. She squirmed and bit down on her lip as every minute flooded through her mind.
That was a side of her that she hadn't even known existed. In the six years she'd been with Matt, she couldn't remember doing half of the things she'd done the night before. Nor could she remember a time with him that had been as exhilarating or stimulating. That was the kind of night she thought only happened when both people were heavily intoxicated. She'd never imagined being completely sober and not having any reservations about doing seventy percent of that stuff.
The best part by far was when they'd finished. He was on top of her, lying against her, still inside of her. She lay there running her hand through his hair and along his back as they both tried to catch their breath and regain their strength. He just planted small kisses on her neck. Just the feeling that it hadn't been meaningless comfort sex was incredible. She'd felt like they were one at that moment. They shared another connection that no one else would understand, a bond that nothing could break. For that moment, everything was actually perfect.
Her eyes shot open as she was snapped out of her trance. By his next comment, she knew that he must have been thinking about the same things.
"I guess our friendship is officially ruined now."
He was right. There was no coming back from the previous night. They'd done too much to even pretend like they could look at each other the same again. "Yeah. I guess so." She felt him turn his head and look at her. She swallowed hard.
"Well, for what it's worth, it was incredible. And uh, you're absolutely gorgeous."
In a normal world, that probably would have been the time to become all shy and blushing. But his words made her completely loosen up. She relinquished her death grip on the sheet, instead pressing it to her chest with one palm. She turned on her side to find him smiling at her. She beamed. She reached out and stroked his head.
"It was unforgettable. And you're not so bad looking yourself." The smile slowly faded from her face. She hated what had to come next. "Thank you so much for last night. It really meant the world to me. But I have to go now."
That gorgeous smile never left his face. "I understand." That was exactly the reason she loved him. She scooted over to get out of the bed and then suddenly paused.
"Don't watch, okay?"
"I won't watch." He turned his head back to the ceiling and covered his eyes. She slid out of the bed and searched the floor for her articles of clothing. She quickly pulled them on as she found each piece. Once she was completely dressed, she let him know it was okay to open his eyes. He opened them but didn't look in her direction. After making herself look a little more presentable, she sighed. She went and sat back down on the side of the bed she'd occupied the previous night.
"Well…" He looked at her and listened for the end of her statement. "I guess I'll see you later then."
He nodded and gave her a half-smile. Neither of them was sure what to do next. Amy leaned in for a hug and Chris reciprocated it. But the hug just felt so awkward, something that was very uncharacteristic of their relationship. She pulled back and stared at him for a few moments before pressing her lips to his. Both hated to have the kiss end.
"Bye."
