Alright... I'm taking a little break from writing The Task of Breathing. I
had a bit of a mind block, but during that time, a new idea came up, and I
feel like writing a little story with a different kind of plot. It's all
pretty much offscreen. Jay and Trish have been dating for a while, and they
are in a committed relationship, sort of similar to the beginning of the
Chris/Trish romance (all sweet and innocent and such). Jay and Chris are
best friends, Chris hasn't turned face yet, and Trish is still face. Those
are the only really important things to know. There's no real time frame to
be aware of... just use your imagination. =) Hope you guys like the story!
Pairing: Christian(Jay)/Trish for now, with Chris on the side. Man, I need to start writing about some other couples. XD
Disclaimer: Uh... nothing's mine but the story.
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His smile. It was the sweetest, most beautiful thing Trish had ever seen. It was the one thing in her life that could instantly drown any worry she had, and make her feel completely safe and carefree. Just seeing him with that smile he had on his face whenever he looked at her blew all her cares right out the window. He didn't have to speak a single word for her to know how much he loved her, just when he smiled.
Her life had never been easy, but she didn't expect it to be. It was harder than it looked, being one of the most popular divas in the WWE. She was recognized everywhere she went, had a schedule filled with photo shoots, public appearances, and autograph signings, and was placed on one of the most strict travel schedules of any of the other divas.
Any time that she got off was a breath of fresh air, as it was only occasionally that she was given any break at all. How she had time for a relationship, she herself had no idea.
This was the first long-term relationship she'd been in since high school. There were so many things holding her back from having a normal life, and half of the relationships she'd been in, as short as they were, couldn't last because they were meaningless. She was always either held back by her career, left because she couldn't be a good girlfriend, or used for sex and nothing more. Until Jay.
None of the stress mattered to her now, because she had him. It sometimes seemed too good to be true, and even though they'd been dating for four months, he had the same effect on her now as when they first became a couple. The instant she saw that smile, and those glowing eyes, she melted. She was in disbelief that she could be so blessed. It had often crossed her mind whether or not she would ever find someone who could make her genuinely happy, and be the man she's always dreamt about. Someone who would just love her for the woman she was and not who she was seen as on camera. Someone who wouldn't just consider her a slut because of her appearance. Jay saw her so much further than that, and she was sure that he meant it when he said he loved her.
Everything about him was completely infectious. The moment she saw that smile of his, she couldn't help but smile herself. He didn't have to say a thing, she just loved the way he looked at her. He was like a dream; one that she had over and over like any hopeless romantic. And now it was a reality. It didn't matter that she'd seen him every day, and been with him for long enough that those little things like the way he smiled at her shouldn't seem like a big deal. They were to her, because if she ever lost sight of the importance and meaning in that smile and in his warm, deep eyes, she might lose the one thing that made her happier than she'd ever been. Nothing could make her smile like seeing his smile.
"That was some match." He spoke in the most playful but sweet voice to her. His congratulations' were the most meaningful to her. There was nothing better than walking backstage from a match, looking and feeling tired, worn out, and just plain awful, and still having someone right there waiting, smiling at you, staring straight into your eyes, and showing that they loved you even when you were at your worst.
She pressed her palms together in front of her chest, fingers spread, and raised them to her lips, her shoulders raised and expression full of happiness. She walked slowly toward him and reached her arms out, placing her hands on both his shoulders, pulling herself toward him so their bodies were just barely touching. She slid her hands back, putting her arms around his neck, and raised her chin, looking directly into his eyes. She stood there for a few seconds, gazing up into his loving eyes, just looking over his face and admiring his smile. Those gorgeous lips of his had such an affect on her.
She slowly raised herself up, closed her eyes and pressed her lips gently to his. She felt his arms around her waist pulling her just a bit closer to him, and they shared the most simple, affectionate kiss. He had such a way of being so gentle with her. It seemed he could feel how very fragile a person she was, and he knew just how to kiss her at the right moments. He was never too rough with her, and never too soft, just perfect. He was so considerate, and that was one of the many things she loved so dearly about him.
The two pulled apart, their lips still inches from each others', still holding onto each other. Trish held her eyes closed for just a few moments longer, breathing in the scent of him, and feeling his breath on her. She slowly opened her eyes, his face in full view, his expression so authentic, his gaze so sincere and loving. There was something so wonderful about him, and how he just knew how to love her, and how to treat her, without being selfish. This was what she was missing from other men.
"What'cha thinking about, honey?" Jay's tone was so low, he spoke in almost a whisper. Nothing he said could ever ruin a moment they shared, because he would never say anything to dishonor the love she felt for him.
"Just... how wonderful you are." She kissed him again, this time for a while longer. The loved the taste of his lips, and how soft and luscious they were. Everything about him, everything, was perfect to her. There were no flaws, no faults, he was everything she could ever imagine wanting, and he did everything in his power to be himself for her, and to return all the love that radiated from her when she was around him. He was so sensitive a person, completely opposite his on-screen character.
Again, their kiss broke, as did their embrace, and Trish brushed off her sides, trying to tidy herself up after her recent match. Jay smiled at her, that wonderful smile, and some laughter escaped him as he watched her.
"What?" Trish gave him a confused look, pulling her hands up to her hair and running her fingers briskly through, checking for anything that might be wrong with her.
Jay grabbed her wrists and lowered them back to her sides, stopping to look at her for a bit, that smile never leaving him. He couldn't stop smiling when she was near him. She just brought this extreme glee to him, and he couldn't control how he acted around her. It was just natural for him to smile whenever she was anywhere around him, because she made him feel that way, there was nothing else to do to express it.
"Nothing, sweetie," Jay calmly spoke, licking his lips and gazing down at her. "You're just so great to me. I don't know what you see in this that makes me so wonderful to you. I'm nothing special, hun."
She giggled. "Of course you are. You're everything to me. You're everything I say you are. Wonderful, special, amazing, perfect. You're my Jay. You don't even care that I look hideous right now."
Trish smiled wide, and Jay playfully shook his head. He ran his hands up and down her shoulders, her hair slipping over his hands as they moved. "No, no, no, never. You couldn't even look bad if you tried. Me, on the other hand, I walk into the ring ugly and come out even worse."
They both laughed at each other, turning around and walking down the halls backstage. They were so comfortable around each other, neither one could feel pressured around the other. There was this calmness about the two of them together that everyone recognized whenever they saw them. Jay held his arm down around Trish's waist as she leaned sideways into him and they walked toward the locker rooms.
"Let's get changed and then we can go check out places around the arena, alright?" Jay always liked doing the same things with Trish after their Raw matches. They'd get changed and do sight-seeing around the area together, having fun and spending time together. Nothing too special, but as long as the two of them were together it was a memorable occasion. Jay knew how much Trish liked checking out local places, anyway. It was a nice opportunity for them to meet people outside of the business, do things they didn't normally have the chance to, and just spend hang out as friends as well as a couple.
Trish nodded and Jay saw her to her locker room, kissing her on her forehead before leaving to the guys' locker room. They always had the same routine, but at different locations all over the country, it was always something new and exciting for the two of them to experience.
Trish walked into the room, a huge smile on her face. Whenever she was with Jay, there was nothing she could do to get that giddy, gleeful expression off her face.
"Hey there, lovergirl." Victoria poked Trish in the side and chuckled at her a bit. "You'd think that after four months you'd get tired of him, but you still have the same look on your face now as you did when he first asked you out."
Trish bit her lower lip and giggled cheerfully in response. "Yeah, yeah, I know. And you girls must be getting tired of me always being in the same mood day after day. I bet behind my back you all just want me to walk in here piping mad one time."
Amy walked from the back of the locker room up to the two girls, inevitably noticing Trish's all-too-common smile. She nodded and joined the conversation. "Nah, we're happy for you. I just don't get what keeps you two so hooked on each other. I mean, you act as if you're a teenager on your first date."
Trish cringed a bit. "Do I really?! Oh man, tell me if I'm being too corny, I don't want to turn him off. He's probably getting sick of it, too..."
"Nope, no he's not, believe me. Matt's perplexed just like Vicki and I are. Jay acts exactly the same as you do. He's frickin' head over heels, woman. Matt and I were never like that. I'm kinda jealous, actually."
Trish smiled again. She couldn't help it. "Jay... he's something else. He really is." She felt overjoyed that she and Jay had something so special and highly thought of by the other girls. It did feel like a teenaged romance, so sweet, innocent. Both of them always felt like they were going to screw it up by making a wrong move, but at the same time, they were so comfortable and carefree with each other. They had a puzzling relationship, if anything, but it was something so unexplainable and pure. The attachment was like nothing Trish had ever felt before, and she didn't want that feeling to ever leave.
"I bet. Well, have fun. You're going out on the town like always, right?" Vicki patted Trish on her shoulder, and winked at her when Trish nodded as a reply. She shouted "Great match, by the way!" as she left the locker room.
Amy bent forward and gave Trish a friendly, affectionate hug, and whispered to her, "You know all the girls and I are really happy for you, right?"
"Yeah, I do. Thanks a lot, Amy. I'll see you later." She hugged her friend in return, and continued to the back of the locker room to get herself ready for touring the city.
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(Crap... what's Victoria's real name?) Awww, so sweet. ^_^ I am going to hate myself after I write the rest of this, because I have big things planned for this story. I fell in love with the pairing as I was writing this, even though I hate Christian/Trish on Raw. Grrrr. Bad! Evil! Anyway, please review, tell me what you think, tell me if I should keep going. I know this chapter was a little sappy, but I need the gushy gushy stuff to make my big plans really exciting later on in the story. Muahaha, some of you are going to hate me for what I'm gonna do. Please, pleeeease review! I need input! ^_^
Pairing: Christian(Jay)/Trish for now, with Chris on the side. Man, I need to start writing about some other couples. XD
Disclaimer: Uh... nothing's mine but the story.
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His smile. It was the sweetest, most beautiful thing Trish had ever seen. It was the one thing in her life that could instantly drown any worry she had, and make her feel completely safe and carefree. Just seeing him with that smile he had on his face whenever he looked at her blew all her cares right out the window. He didn't have to speak a single word for her to know how much he loved her, just when he smiled.
Her life had never been easy, but she didn't expect it to be. It was harder than it looked, being one of the most popular divas in the WWE. She was recognized everywhere she went, had a schedule filled with photo shoots, public appearances, and autograph signings, and was placed on one of the most strict travel schedules of any of the other divas.
Any time that she got off was a breath of fresh air, as it was only occasionally that she was given any break at all. How she had time for a relationship, she herself had no idea.
This was the first long-term relationship she'd been in since high school. There were so many things holding her back from having a normal life, and half of the relationships she'd been in, as short as they were, couldn't last because they were meaningless. She was always either held back by her career, left because she couldn't be a good girlfriend, or used for sex and nothing more. Until Jay.
None of the stress mattered to her now, because she had him. It sometimes seemed too good to be true, and even though they'd been dating for four months, he had the same effect on her now as when they first became a couple. The instant she saw that smile, and those glowing eyes, she melted. She was in disbelief that she could be so blessed. It had often crossed her mind whether or not she would ever find someone who could make her genuinely happy, and be the man she's always dreamt about. Someone who would just love her for the woman she was and not who she was seen as on camera. Someone who wouldn't just consider her a slut because of her appearance. Jay saw her so much further than that, and she was sure that he meant it when he said he loved her.
Everything about him was completely infectious. The moment she saw that smile of his, she couldn't help but smile herself. He didn't have to say a thing, she just loved the way he looked at her. He was like a dream; one that she had over and over like any hopeless romantic. And now it was a reality. It didn't matter that she'd seen him every day, and been with him for long enough that those little things like the way he smiled at her shouldn't seem like a big deal. They were to her, because if she ever lost sight of the importance and meaning in that smile and in his warm, deep eyes, she might lose the one thing that made her happier than she'd ever been. Nothing could make her smile like seeing his smile.
"That was some match." He spoke in the most playful but sweet voice to her. His congratulations' were the most meaningful to her. There was nothing better than walking backstage from a match, looking and feeling tired, worn out, and just plain awful, and still having someone right there waiting, smiling at you, staring straight into your eyes, and showing that they loved you even when you were at your worst.
She pressed her palms together in front of her chest, fingers spread, and raised them to her lips, her shoulders raised and expression full of happiness. She walked slowly toward him and reached her arms out, placing her hands on both his shoulders, pulling herself toward him so their bodies were just barely touching. She slid her hands back, putting her arms around his neck, and raised her chin, looking directly into his eyes. She stood there for a few seconds, gazing up into his loving eyes, just looking over his face and admiring his smile. Those gorgeous lips of his had such an affect on her.
She slowly raised herself up, closed her eyes and pressed her lips gently to his. She felt his arms around her waist pulling her just a bit closer to him, and they shared the most simple, affectionate kiss. He had such a way of being so gentle with her. It seemed he could feel how very fragile a person she was, and he knew just how to kiss her at the right moments. He was never too rough with her, and never too soft, just perfect. He was so considerate, and that was one of the many things she loved so dearly about him.
The two pulled apart, their lips still inches from each others', still holding onto each other. Trish held her eyes closed for just a few moments longer, breathing in the scent of him, and feeling his breath on her. She slowly opened her eyes, his face in full view, his expression so authentic, his gaze so sincere and loving. There was something so wonderful about him, and how he just knew how to love her, and how to treat her, without being selfish. This was what she was missing from other men.
"What'cha thinking about, honey?" Jay's tone was so low, he spoke in almost a whisper. Nothing he said could ever ruin a moment they shared, because he would never say anything to dishonor the love she felt for him.
"Just... how wonderful you are." She kissed him again, this time for a while longer. The loved the taste of his lips, and how soft and luscious they were. Everything about him, everything, was perfect to her. There were no flaws, no faults, he was everything she could ever imagine wanting, and he did everything in his power to be himself for her, and to return all the love that radiated from her when she was around him. He was so sensitive a person, completely opposite his on-screen character.
Again, their kiss broke, as did their embrace, and Trish brushed off her sides, trying to tidy herself up after her recent match. Jay smiled at her, that wonderful smile, and some laughter escaped him as he watched her.
"What?" Trish gave him a confused look, pulling her hands up to her hair and running her fingers briskly through, checking for anything that might be wrong with her.
Jay grabbed her wrists and lowered them back to her sides, stopping to look at her for a bit, that smile never leaving him. He couldn't stop smiling when she was near him. She just brought this extreme glee to him, and he couldn't control how he acted around her. It was just natural for him to smile whenever she was anywhere around him, because she made him feel that way, there was nothing else to do to express it.
"Nothing, sweetie," Jay calmly spoke, licking his lips and gazing down at her. "You're just so great to me. I don't know what you see in this that makes me so wonderful to you. I'm nothing special, hun."
She giggled. "Of course you are. You're everything to me. You're everything I say you are. Wonderful, special, amazing, perfect. You're my Jay. You don't even care that I look hideous right now."
Trish smiled wide, and Jay playfully shook his head. He ran his hands up and down her shoulders, her hair slipping over his hands as they moved. "No, no, no, never. You couldn't even look bad if you tried. Me, on the other hand, I walk into the ring ugly and come out even worse."
They both laughed at each other, turning around and walking down the halls backstage. They were so comfortable around each other, neither one could feel pressured around the other. There was this calmness about the two of them together that everyone recognized whenever they saw them. Jay held his arm down around Trish's waist as she leaned sideways into him and they walked toward the locker rooms.
"Let's get changed and then we can go check out places around the arena, alright?" Jay always liked doing the same things with Trish after their Raw matches. They'd get changed and do sight-seeing around the area together, having fun and spending time together. Nothing too special, but as long as the two of them were together it was a memorable occasion. Jay knew how much Trish liked checking out local places, anyway. It was a nice opportunity for them to meet people outside of the business, do things they didn't normally have the chance to, and just spend hang out as friends as well as a couple.
Trish nodded and Jay saw her to her locker room, kissing her on her forehead before leaving to the guys' locker room. They always had the same routine, but at different locations all over the country, it was always something new and exciting for the two of them to experience.
Trish walked into the room, a huge smile on her face. Whenever she was with Jay, there was nothing she could do to get that giddy, gleeful expression off her face.
"Hey there, lovergirl." Victoria poked Trish in the side and chuckled at her a bit. "You'd think that after four months you'd get tired of him, but you still have the same look on your face now as you did when he first asked you out."
Trish bit her lower lip and giggled cheerfully in response. "Yeah, yeah, I know. And you girls must be getting tired of me always being in the same mood day after day. I bet behind my back you all just want me to walk in here piping mad one time."
Amy walked from the back of the locker room up to the two girls, inevitably noticing Trish's all-too-common smile. She nodded and joined the conversation. "Nah, we're happy for you. I just don't get what keeps you two so hooked on each other. I mean, you act as if you're a teenager on your first date."
Trish cringed a bit. "Do I really?! Oh man, tell me if I'm being too corny, I don't want to turn him off. He's probably getting sick of it, too..."
"Nope, no he's not, believe me. Matt's perplexed just like Vicki and I are. Jay acts exactly the same as you do. He's frickin' head over heels, woman. Matt and I were never like that. I'm kinda jealous, actually."
Trish smiled again. She couldn't help it. "Jay... he's something else. He really is." She felt overjoyed that she and Jay had something so special and highly thought of by the other girls. It did feel like a teenaged romance, so sweet, innocent. Both of them always felt like they were going to screw it up by making a wrong move, but at the same time, they were so comfortable and carefree with each other. They had a puzzling relationship, if anything, but it was something so unexplainable and pure. The attachment was like nothing Trish had ever felt before, and she didn't want that feeling to ever leave.
"I bet. Well, have fun. You're going out on the town like always, right?" Vicki patted Trish on her shoulder, and winked at her when Trish nodded as a reply. She shouted "Great match, by the way!" as she left the locker room.
Amy bent forward and gave Trish a friendly, affectionate hug, and whispered to her, "You know all the girls and I are really happy for you, right?"
"Yeah, I do. Thanks a lot, Amy. I'll see you later." She hugged her friend in return, and continued to the back of the locker room to get herself ready for touring the city.
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(Crap... what's Victoria's real name?) Awww, so sweet. ^_^ I am going to hate myself after I write the rest of this, because I have big things planned for this story. I fell in love with the pairing as I was writing this, even though I hate Christian/Trish on Raw. Grrrr. Bad! Evil! Anyway, please review, tell me what you think, tell me if I should keep going. I know this chapter was a little sappy, but I need the gushy gushy stuff to make my big plans really exciting later on in the story. Muahaha, some of you are going to hate me for what I'm gonna do. Please, pleeeease review! I need input! ^_^