Chapter Twelve Disclaimer: Please use this as a reference to this and all future chapters and stories. This is a mature fan fiction, intended for readers of a mature age. It contains coarse language, adult situations, and other goodies that are or may not be suitable for those who are not at least sixteen years of age. I do not own any WWE Superstar, Diva or anyone employed by World Wrestling Entertainment, or any personality from Total Nonstop (minus the) Action that exists in real life. If you see someone in this story that you may recognize, I do not own them. All those who are mentioned in this story who you do not recognize in real life are used with their permission, and their permission only. I only own Krystle or "Krys" as she is referred to by everyone around her, and those in her family. I make no claims to anyone else, as they own themselves and are the professional property of their respective companies. This is simply entertainment of the literary kind; please do not attempt to take this seriously. Thank you in advance.

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Jeff couldn't help but let his mind wander while his brother and his fiancée were away working out at the local gym. Settling himself back onto his bed in his room after checking on a yet again sleeping Cameron, he folded his arms back behind his head, closed his eyes, and allowed his mind to drift of its own volition to a time when he had virtually everything he'd wanted in life.

Flashback – June 2002

Krys was getting changed in the Phillips Arena for that week's live RAW taping. That week, Matt and Jeff were set to have a promo with the Undertaker, and she was getting herself ready to be ringside to support her boys. She heard a single knock at the door, and grinned. "It's open!" she called, her back still to the door. She wasn't surprised to feel a pair of arms wrap around her waist and a pair of lips pressing themselves to her neck. She covered the man's hands and tilted her head to one side, letting him suck on the tender flesh near her collarbone. She then turned around and pressed herself against him, wrapping her arms around his neck and drawing him in for a kiss. "So I take it you want some of those friendly 'benefits', huh?" she joked, grinning up into the green eyes that mesmerized her so much.

Jeff chuckled, pressing her up against the wall even more. "You know I do," he said with another chuckle, his green eyes sparkling with lust. He ran his fingers along her trim torso, taking care to lightly trace his fingers around her belly button and enjoying the reaction Krys gave to his touch. Her eyes fluttered shut, and she leaned against the wall, breathing deeply in order to try and calm herself before she lost control before she wanted to.

Jeff sucked in a breath of his own, his emerald eyes shutting once more at the memory that had invaded his mind. Behind his closed lids, his green eyes sparkled with both amusement and lust at the images assailing his mind's eye.

"We have a little bit of time before we have to grab Matt for our segment with Taker," he breathed in her ear, his fingers brushing past her navel again, this time, traveling all the way down to the black knit Mecca Femme pants she wore. Her fingers closed over his, and he heard her sharp intake of breath and smiled. "What do you want to do?" he inquired, his Southern drawl melting over her.

"You know what I want you to do," she whispered back, barely breathing now.

"Maybe I want to hear you say it."

She gave a breathless laugh. "Of course you would, you sadistic bastard."

He gave a grin in response, his smile turning into a wolfish grin. "Won't go any further unless you tell me what you want."

He'd always loved it when Krys played hard to get, knowing that it was always worth it in the end if he played his cards right. Sure, she'd always pretend that she didn't want it, but he knew that she did, and it never took long for her to give in. She never refused Jeff anything he wanted, and he never denied her anything that he had to offer.

Pretending to be exasperated, Krys pushed her hair out of her eyes with her free hand and faked a sigh. Her sigh turned into a gasp, then a moan of pleasure as Jeff's hands grew bored of staying still and eased their way into her pants and teasing her through her panties. "I take it this means that I don't have to say it?" she whispered just as breathlessly as before, starting to grit her teeth in frustration as Jeff took his time playing with her.

He gave her another devilish grin, this time his smile matching the devious look in his eyes. "I don't think so," he said back. "If you want me to do anything more than this, you're gonna have to beg for it."

"I don't beg, so fuck you."

"You'll have to beg for that too, love." With one twist of his fingers, her eyes closed, her back arched, leaning her head back against the lockers, and she moaned contentedly. "I can hold out as long as you can, Krys." Another twist, another moan, and Jeff knew that it wouldn't be long by that point…

"Alright, alright, fine! Fuck me, Jeff! Fuck me senseless!"

At the exact moment he heard her demanding him to fuck her senseless, a small moan escaped from between his parted lips. The two of them, when they were together, virtually made magic, and he couldn't see why Krys wanted no part of it. Kat was willing to let him do whatever he wanted with Krys, since she knew that Krys had literally come before she had, not to mention that the two of them had an open relationship and could do whatever they wanted so long as they had each other's permission. Since Jeff knew that Kat would trust Krys, she had virtually told him that she didn't care, and just to have fun and not to come back with any diseases.

And Krys… He knew that Krys wanted him just as badly as he wanted her; he knew that the memories were plaguing her just as much as they were plaguing him, so why didn't she want to get rid of them, even if it was just one more time?

He didn't need to be told twice. Within moments, her clothing was gone from her, and Jeff was sliding on a condom and sliding into her tightness with a husky groan. Krys dug her nails into his ivory flesh, gritting her teeth and biting back a moan of her own.

He moved inside her in long, smooth strokes, trying to tease her as well as please her. She ground her hips against his, her tongue snaking out of her mouth and running along her lips quickly before she threw her head back and moaned even louder as Jeff hit her sweet spot. He watched her tongue move across her lips, entranced by the gesture, and quickly moved in and stole a kiss. When he pulled away, he was both surprised and gratified to see that her eyes were sparkling as she gazed back at him. "You're beautiful, Hardy," she whispered to him, her brown eyes sparkling even more with the untold emotions that he knew were running through her. He could tell, because they were running through him as well. He immediately withdrew, and she stared at him incredulously.

"What are you doing?"

"Come here," he instructed, sitting down on the bench and motioning for her to follow him. When she crossed the distance between them to the bench, he took her hips with both hands, and slowly sat her on his lap until she was straddling him. Before he could say anything, she reached down between them and grabbed his aching hardness in her hand, rose up a few inches, and eased him into her once more, a look of ecstasy crossing her face.

"Holy shit…" she groaned, gritting her teeth as she finally came all the way down. "I can feel you in my stomach…" she joked, giving him a small grin.

"Oh, I'll give you something to feel, all right…" he said sneakily. The devilish smile returned to his face, and he began moving upwards into her once more before she could fully adjust to him. She couldn't help but whimper at the pain and pleasure both running through her body as he drove into her, his fingers digging into her hips and sweat pouring down the both of their bodies as they moved together. "Bet you can feel that, huh Krys?"

"Shit, Jeff!" she all but shouted. Her fingers had dug into his shoulders as well, and she was now riding him as though she were possessed, her eyes nearly glazed over from passion and desire. He ceased his actions and allowed her to take over, reveling in her whimpers, her moans, and her growls. She then threw back her head and gave one great moan, her body starting to tense and her legs starting to ache.

Before she could stop in any way, Jeff had stood the two of them up, turned them around, and laid her on the bench, and was now driving into her mercilessly, taking in her harsh gasps and the hisses of approval, her urging him to continue. Krys had now taken to wailing for him, her shouts and curses bouncing off the walls. They were both sure that nearly everyone within the backstage area could hear her, but at the moment, they were far from caring if the Chairman himself came barging in and saw them having rough sex in the middle of the Divas' locker room.

Jeff could feel her breath start to catch, and felt her body tightening all around him, but he still did not relent as he could feel her starting to come. He grabbed her hips and continued to drive into her, never once relenting, knowing that it would trigger an even excruciating orgasm once it hit. Krys' nails had begun clawing at his back as soon as she'd started to come, scratching and digging and clawing as well as Krys herself sinking her teeth into his shoulder, triggering his own orgasm. But even as he came himself, he wouldn't stop moving inside her, until he was nearly there. He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, driving into her even more brutally, and finally dragged her by the arms up to meet him for an almost feral kiss, each one trying to establish their dominance over the other, as he exploded deep inside her. Finally, the moment had passed, and the both of them remained intertwined in each other's arms, Jeff still nestled firmly inside her, as they came down from the high.

Krys was the first to break the kiss, which had finally been reduced to a tender action by that point, and pressed her forehead against Jeff's. "Ow," she whispered, and grinned at him. "You kinda fucked me up, dude…"

His green eyes twinkled with humor, and he gave her yet another devilish smile. "That was the whole idea, gorgeous," he said back, not bothering to lower his voice. "Like what you saw, Matt?"

Hearing Matt's name, Krys' eyes widened, and she spun around and looked up into the widened brown eyes of Matthew Moore Hardy.

Waking up from the memory with a start, Jeff was startled to realize that he had fallen asleep. He went to wipe his eyes, when he realized what he had done in his sleep.

Apparently the memory of the fun times he'd had with Krys in the past had been so damned vivid, he'd had an orgasm in his sleep. He shook his head with a chuckle. If Matt found out about that one, he'd either kill his baby brother for having a wet dream about his fiancée, or make fun of him for the rest of his natural born life.

Shaking his head again at the thought of the look on Matt's face when he walked in and saw his baby brother walking with a giant wet spot on the front of his jeans, Jeff stood up off the bed, and went out of the room and down the hall to the bathroom to take a shower and get out of his now thoroughly ruined clothes.