This idea was in my head since I heard the song and yea, here it is. It's a one shot now but please review and tell me if you like it and if I should continue or just drop it.
THE SONG LIPS OF AN ANGEL IS NOT MINE. It belongs to whoever wrote it and the band HINDER. Listen to it while reading this, it really helps. And the superstars shown are not mine either, they belong to the WWE, probably Vince McMahon, their families and themselves.
Honey why you calling me so late?
She could hear his voice through the door even though he was doing his best to be quiet. It was a curse of hers; the slightest movement woke her up. When his cell phone vibrated she was up before he had even stirred.
Its kinda hard to talk right now
Absently she rolled her eyes and tried to snuggle deeper into the covers. It was impossible to get back to sleep now that she had heard how the conversation had started out. The warmth lulled her but his soft drawl coming from the other room kept her wide awake.
Honey why you crying, is everything ok?
She had a feeling who it was on the other end and she could not help bristling at the thought. He only talked to one person like that. Only one person could stir the mixture of warmth, weariness and need she could hear in his tone.
Gotta whisper 'cause I can't be too loud
That sparked even more interest on her part. Arms braced on either side of her she pushed herself up and leaned forward a bit more to catch the softer bits of conversation.
Well my girl's in the next room, sometimes I wish she was you
Tears sprung unbidden to her eyes when she heard the whispered confession. This could not be happening. He could not be saying these things to her! Not after telling her how much he loved her! It couldn't be true!
I guess we never really moved on
He never heard her leave the bed and tiptoe over to stand at the doorframe, back pressed against the wall for support.
It's really good to hear your voice saying my name
It sounds so sweet
Coming from the lips of an angel hearing those words
It makes me weak
It started with one tear sliding down her face. Others followed in rapid succession as she bit her lips to keep in the sobs. If nothing else he would not know that she had heard him. He could not catch her. She had to hear the rest; she had to confirm her suspicions.
And I never wanna say goodbye but girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel
She scrambled into the bed just as he rounded the corner and walked over to the bed. For a moment he just stood there. She could feel his gaze on her. The bed tilted when he leaned over to press a kiss to her forehead.
"I gotta go out for a little while baby," he murmured against her skin. "One of my friends needs help with something. I love you."
She mumbled something that hopefully sounded like an affirmative. It seemed to work as he pulled away. Her heart hammered in her chest and tears fell onto her pillow as he walked around getting dressed, mumbling curses when he crashed into something in the dark.
It's funny that you're calling me tonight
By the time he had turned the corner she had stopped crying. She trailed him in her car as if on autopilot. He never once realized what was happening.
And yes I dreamt of you to
When he pulled up in front of the all too familiar house she was moving solely on the wish to make sure that she was not wrong. Maybe he was only coming over to help her with a serious problem she had. Maybe she needed to be rushed to the hospital.
The shadows swallowed her as she emerged from her car parked around the bend and walked towards the house.
He doesn't know you're talking to me, will it start a fight?
He rang the doorbell and almost immediately it was opened. She could clearly see a feminine silhouette from the doorway. The only thing directly recognizable was the blood red hair.
"Amy."
"Matt."
No I don't think she has a clue
She didn't even feel the tears start again when the elder Hardy wrapped his former girlfriend in his arms and kiss her like a starved man. Her legs moved of their own accord when they entered the house, stopping to leave her standing by the window. The wind blew against her but she couldn't feel the chill of it. All she could see was her boyfriend in the arms of another woman. The woman he had sworn he no longer had feelings for.
Well my girl's in the next room, sometimes I wish she was you
He pulled away for a second, moving away to just stare at her. An emotion almost like guilt crossed his face as he backed further away from Amy's suddenly trembling form. His head shook in denial as she reached an arm forward, looking so beaten, so defeated in that one instant.
Outside she silently begged him to walk away. She would forgive him if he just walked away and drove back to their house. If he just walked away. . .
Matt strode forward, pulling Amy flush against him and claiming her mouth once again.
I guess we never really moved on
A sob escaped her lips when the two in the room fell onto the couch, lips and limbs entwined.
It's really good to hear your voice saying my name
It sounds so sweet
Coming from the lips of an angel hearing those words
It makes me weak
He slowly undressed her, as if once again memorizing every aspect of her body; placing kisses along the areas he revealed. His fingers drew wicked promises down the length of her body. It left heat in its wake and cold scars in the heart of the woman watching through the window.
The red-head threw back her head in a silent scream when he enveloped one dusky nipple in his mouth; her hands tangling and pulling his loose hair. Hair as dark as the night, hair as dark as sin. . .
And I never want to say goodbye but girl you make it hard to be faithful
He'd held her that same night, made her scream his name over and over again until her throat was raw. Her hand had been the ones tangled in his hair a few hours ago. He had been caressing her and whispering how much he loved her only minutes ago.
With the lips of an angel
He was undressed now, gazing down at the female who had always had a special place in his heart. The look on his face was something akin to awe as Amy said something to him. Matt's face softened and he bent to kiss her once again.
It was that kiss more than anything else that broke her heart. He didn't have to speak to say the words belied in that one kiss. It was all there with him not having said a word.
I love you.
Never wanna say goodbye
She knew the moment he had entered Amy, his body shook and then released. The woman in turn wrapped her arms around him in what was clearly a lover's embrace. Even then she could not look away. With each intense and labored move her heart broke a bit more. She felt every sigh, every groan, and every moan that erupted from his mouth. And as she watched him only one thing ran through her mind:
How could he be so beautiful while betraying her?
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
Matt's hair fell into his eyes as he moved; feminine hands pushed back the hair from his brow and pulled him down for another soul-searing kiss. As he lay there inside her depths, so filled with emotion he thought he would explode, he saw her head drop back, eyes closed and mouth open in a silent scream as she came. The moment was so intense that he came directly after, holding her close and murmuring her name over and over again.
He raised his head again to whisper something to her; something he needed to tell her desperately, when his eyes locked with someone standing outside. Windswept with tears running down their face. The words died in his throat as she just stared back for a moment. One single moment.
With the lips of an angel
And then she turned and walked away
Honey why you calling me so late?