Heyo, I know that I really shouldn't be starting another fanfic when I have two others going that I don't seem to be updating frequently but this has been burning my mind, and the people who voted on my last poll reinforced this, so blame them hahaha! (sorry guys!!)

Btw, I have a new poll up so feel free to vote on it, in fact I would appreciate that oh so very much :D It's for people to vote on who will be the leading man in my next wrestling fanfic. If you want a say there ya go:D

This story is rated T but contains slightly suggestive scenes.

Let Me Light A Fire In You Tonight

Ashley grimaced as she was quickly brought to consciousness by a thin ray of light shining through her eyelids. Instantly her head started throbbing and she honestly felt like she was dying.

Twisting to get more comfortable as she had no plan of getting up anytime soon, the self-proclaimed Dirty Diva was startled by a strong burst of hot air by her ear. Eyes snapping open, Ashley stared in horror at the serene-looking face of her ex-boyfriend's brother.

Matt and her had parted on decent terms, there was no problem with that, the problem was that she had been physically attracted to the younger of the two for quite sometime. It would be a good thing then that she had got to sleep with him you would think, but she couldn't remember anything that had happened the night before or how she had managed to end up in the same bed with him.

Hoping beyond hope that he was in the same forgetful boat she was, Ashley slipped out of the warm bed and proceeded to search for her clothes. Slipping her panties on, quickly followed by her skirt, the diva located her bra underneath the coffee table in the main room.

'We must have started stripping long before hitting the bedroom,' she couldn't help but think to herself. It really bothered her that she couldn't remember anything past getting to the bar. She hadn't thought she had drank that much.

Pulling her t-shirt over her head, the female fluffed out her hair a bit, combing the multi-colored locks with her fingers. Grabbing her purse and room key from the chair by the entrance, she snuck through the door, closing it lightly behind her. This was something that she'd rather pretend never happened.

Sliding her room key into her room's door, she let herself in thanking the gods that she got a room to herself this time. It would have been so embarrassing to have to come into meet a curious roommate. All the divas knew she was not interested in being in a relationship, and although she admitted to being attracted to many of the superstars around them, it was a known fact that she wasn't about to go and have casual sex with any of the guys. It just wasn't her style.

Stripping back down, Ashley decided a nice warm shower was in order. With all the thoughts spinning around in her already pounding head, the wrestler knew there was no way she was going to be getting any more sleep. She was just glad she managed to wake up before him and avoid what could have been a potentially awkward situation. She was just really frustrated she couldn't remember any of it.

Jeff had been the one man who managed to snag her attention and keep it. She didn't know him all that well, even after dating Matt, he remained ever so elusive. They had always been friendly to each other, and the few times they hung out with the gang she had really enjoyed his witty comments and utter ridiculousness. He was a fun-loving person who was also unafraid to be himself. Her respect for him seemed to grow every time she got a chance to talk to him. With that said, Ashley would never admit to liking him more then a friend, but the diva would admit to have checked him out on more than one occasion. Who hadn't?

Although Ashley did not regret the short relationship she had been in with the eldest Hardy, the woman didn't plan on putting herself in a position to be hurt anytime soon, if ever.

"Alright, alright Mickie, I'll come. You should know by now that I would never give up a chance to ogle sexy men like Mark Wahlberg, but don't let Maria know I said that or she'll be expecting me to sit through them all." Ashley sighed as she took a sip of her coffee. "Who all is coming?"

The three-time Women's Champion began to tick off names. "Maria, me of course, John, Randy, Beth said she'd come, I forced Ken into it, oh and Jeff said he had nothing better to do."

Ashley hated the way her heart jumped at the last name said. She hadn't seen him since she slipped out of his hotel room that confusing morning a few days previously. Figuring that their secret was safe however considering he hadn't made any effort to confront her about it, the diva felt her spirits lift a bit.

"Okay, so it's in your room at seven you say?" Ashley responded, hoping to get off the phone before her friend got really chatty.

"Yep be there or be square." Click. Hanging up after her friend, the RAW superstar stitched up her favorite pair of black converses. They were completely covered in skulls of course, the neon pink shoelaces giving it an extra flair.

The punk diva then headed for the door, grabbing her wallet and room key along the way. She had run out of chocolate in her food stash and she figured after her tedious work out training that morning, she definitely deserved a Twix bar. Shawn Michaels could be a real hard-ass sometimes when he wasn't busy making smart-Aleck comments about her lack of muscle.

Making the decision that after she had got her chocolate-fix from a vending machine in the hallway, she might as well go out and do some shopping to kill some time, the diva zipped her jacket up and headed for the entrance.. Switching her hat around so the brim covered her eyes and most of her colorful hair, she exited the hotel intent on wasting her day buying new articles of clothing to add to her ever-eccentric wardrobe. She knew that most of her friends would disagree with her taste, but she also knew Jeff would most certainly approve. His taste in clothes was even weirder than hers.

Four stores later and six bags heavier Ashley figured it was time to call it a day. Taking a taxi home, the diva decided that she had probably better jump a shower and head to the small convenience store she had seen just a few shops down from the hotel. The wrestler had a huge craving for gummy bears that needed to be taken care of.

After showering, the mostly blonde woman pulled some baggy flannel green and blue plaid pajama pants on, and threw an old Hardyz t-shirt she had gotten from Matt over her head. Shoving her arms through a men-sized black hoodie promoting the Nightmare Before Christmas, the punk then slipped on some equally large men-sized skate shoes and locked the door behind her. She really did love staying in a room by herself.

Meeting up with a flustered looking Ken and an oblivious seeming Beth at the store, Ashley purchased her goodies for the night and the trio headed back to the Hotel. The Dirty Diva found herself having to suppress multitudes of snickers at how funny the two were around each other when it was so obvious that they liked one another.

Heading down the corridor with the other two, Ashley found herself staring at a pajamified rainbow-haired warrior walking down the hall from the other end. She thought she had seen a flash of something, maybe recognition in his eyes, but she shrugged it off, it was just her mind trying to get her worked up about it.

The idea she had come up with was to pretend it never happened. Jeff was a mature guy and even if he did remember, which she told herself he most likely didn't, he'd be appreciative of the out she gave him from it.

"Hey Jeff," she smiled in his random direction before tapping the door with her knuckles.

The small group waited behind her for someone to answer the door. After a few moments of waiting she knocked on the door a little more forcibly. She could hear the sound of the T.V. blaring in the background so she knew someone was in there.

Looking at the others who looked as confused as she did the slight silence was disturbed by a loud holler that could only come from one person.

The "Champ" himself, John Cena.

The scuffling of feet was heard and the door was quickly opened to reveal a slightly red-faced Maria. Ashley was instantly curious as to the what had occurred to bring a blush to Maria's face but decided against bringing it up when she saw the way her brunette friend's eyes were sparkling so happily.

'Whatever or whoever it was,' the lip-pierced diva thought, her gaze falling on Randy, 'I'm just glad to see the bubbliness return to Maria.'

Although many hadn't, Ashley had noticed that her tall friend hadn't really been herself that much of late. Not actually being super close to the brunette, the diva found it hard to bring it up with her even though she had seen the big change. It was cute to know that a certain legend-killer had that affect on her friend. Randy was a good guy and given the chance, Ashley was certain that he would make Maria one happy woman.

Grinning as she spotted a solitary recliner a little off to the side, Ashley made a beeline for it, dumping some extra snacks at what looked like to be dubbed the "refreshment" table. Plopping down in the cushy chair, the partially blonde woman cracked open her tub of gummy bears, immediately downing a couple. Hearing a chuckle behind her, she looked up into the green, almost grey eyes of the Legend-thriller.

Watching as Jeff walked around the chair, and not even bothering to stop herself from taking a peek at his firmly toned behind as he bent down to put in the movie, Ashley was surprised when the high-flyer proceeded to take a place at the base of her seat, back leaning against her legs.

"Are you alright with my weight on your shins?" He honestly looked at her like he cared and the diva managed to get out a nod. She didn't trust herself to say anything that wouldn't make her sound like a complete idiot.

"Good 'cause you're quite comfy." Jeff winked and turned his attention back to the movie as the opening credits began. Ashley fought back the wide smile that threatened to spread across her face. Jeff just seemed to have that affect on people.

Staring down at the top of the rainbow-haired man's head, the punk-rocker chick had to biggest urge to run her hand through his hair. Giving into said urge, she began pulling her hands through his hair which in turn got a low purring noise of contentment that seemed to come from his chest cavity.

Instantly a memory came flashing through her mind.

Giggling as she watched Jeff try to unlock the door for the umpteenth time and fail, the diva grabbed the key from him and managed to get it on the first try. Pushing the door open, both of the obviously drunk people stumbled through, laughing as they used the walls to steady their uncoordinated bodies.

A warm muscular hand clasped her own petite one tightly, leading her through the hall to the main room. Even warmer lips covering her own in a drunken yet passionate kiss that left her head foggy in a way that had nothing to do with how much alcohol she had imbibed

Nipping at his rapidly swelling lips, she paused only because she had to assist Jeff in pulling her shirt over her head. The dirty diva reached behind her to unclasp her bra as the younger Hardy pulled his own shirt over his head and threw it in a corner. The less clothes the better.

Hands wandered everywhere and explored every inch as they headed through the threshold into the bedroom, kisses growing needy and more desperate every second, Jeff stumbled backwards against the bed, his knees giving out as Ashley pushed him to a sitting position on the end.

Standing in front of him, his legs encasing her own, the Playboy Cover-girl began to run her fingertips through his hair, earning a soft growl in return. Jeff couldn't wait much longer, pulling her legs to rest on either side of his waist, forcing her to straddle him in an attempt to steady herself.

Wrapping a hand around the nape of his neck, the diva leaned down and captured his lips in a steamy kiss, while her hand traveling down his abdomen, tracing the trail of hair, tickling his abs with the faintest of brushes that continued on downward past the rim of his black pants.

As instant as the memory came to her, it was gone. Snapping out of her trance, the diva looked down at Jeff to be met with a slightly worried gaze. Giving him a small, reassuring smile, she resumed combing his hair with her fingers and even began to braid a piece of his mass of swirling colors.

The wrestler smiled back at her, his canines showing in a way that screamed Jeff, turning his head to give her better access and continued watching the movie. Ashley forced herself to focus on the braids she was making, trying to sort out her jumbled thoughts.

She now wasn't sure if it was a good idea that she remembered that night, or at least that little bit of it. The young woman was undecided on whether or not she wanted to remember any more of it considering how aroused the small scene had made her in such a quick time.

Although she was rather mortified at how wanton she had acted, the diva could admit to herself that it was really hot, like something out of one of her wildest fantasies. Something she wasn't going to be forgetting anytime soon as well.

The movie played on, Ashley covering Jeff's whole head with little braids while trying not to think about how warm his back felt against her legs, or how the muscles rippled every time he laughed.

She kept getting the faintest whiffs of masculine cologne that made her want to lean closer to him because of how intoxicating the scent truly was. She had smelled it somewhere before, perhaps on some other man, but something about it, the fact it was combined with something purely Jeff made her want to bury herself in it and never come out. It also made her heart speed up in excitement which she was finding hard to contain.

The heady scent of the cologne, combined with lack of sleep the past few nights finally took it's toll on the young diva. Fighting to stay awake, she'd randomly feel her head lull down and soon snap up just before she'd lose consciousness. Being in a chair, sitting upright didn't feel comfortable when one was trying to sleep she soon found out, wishing she was now the one sitting on the floor so she could curl up and get some rest.

Jeff as if sensing her predicament, moved to the side a bit, patting the ground next to him in a silent invitation which she gladly took. Slumping down next to him, she let him guide her head to his shoulder. In her sleep-deprived mode she nuzzled the crook of his neck in thanks and breathed in heavily.

"You smell nice," was the last thing that came out of her parted lips before she succumbed to the peaceful darkness, not feeling the gentle way the rainbow-haired warrior placed her body into a laying down position, her head softly set to rest in his lap.

Running his fingers through her hair, picking up the pieces dyed pink and black, he twirled them around his fingers, staring, yet unseeing at her face. He had a lot of thoughts to sort out himself, not that the silently slumbering diva resting against him had any idea.