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Love Is Insane And Baby We Are Too

Chapter 21: Primal Urge

-Jeff's POV-

"Hey." I groaned and blocked the light from my eyes with my free hand as my shoulder was shaken and I was broken out of my sleep. My other one was bein' weighed down by the body it was wrapped around. "Hey," the voice said again. I cracked my eyes open to find Amy hoverin' over me, fully dressed. "I'm going to grab some breakfast. Want me to bring you something? There's only like ten minutes left till they take all the food away."

"Yeah. Bagel sounds good. An' some OJ." I mumbled in my sleep-laced voice.

"Okay. I'll grab her something too. Don't wake her up though. I'm sure she'll be fine with eggs." Aimes gestured to X, who was curled up to my chest. She walked towards the door and opened it, but stopped halfway out. Amy looked at me and made a weird face. "Seriously, you guys better not be naked under those coves. And if you are, you better be dressed before I get back upstairs." Then she walked out the door.

And for the record, we're not naked. X just cried on me all damn night till she fell asleep. Poor thing. I really do feel bad. But seriously, Orton ain't worth it. Notihn' but a tool.

I sighed and wondered how I was gonna take a shower without wakin' X up when I got out of bed. She was practically wrapped around me.

Finally I decided there was no possible way for that to work out, so I just stared at the ceiling for about five minutes until X started to stir. Her green eyes locked up with mine through her half open eyelids. Sure, she's a beautiful girl, but she looks like hell right now. Tear streaks all down her face and heavy bags under her eyes. And we have a photo shoot today. How perfect.

-X's POV-

I rolled away from Jeff the next morning when I finally woke up and buried my face into the pillow. I feel like hell. God knows I probably look like hell. And I'm sure Jeff wasn't exactly thrilled about being up at all hours of the night telling me 'you can do better' and 'you're too good for him anyway'. Let's not forget the ever popular 'don't cry over him sugar'.

While it's nice to hear Jeff's comforting words and feel him holding me all night, that's not exactly what I wanted to happen the first time we spent the night together. I mean, that's part of why I cried my eyes out. The large possibility I'll never get to be with him, but instead I'll have to be around him all the time, wanting him. I don't know if I can do that. I really love him. I mean, I think. I've never been in love, so I don't really know. It's starting to depress me though, whatever it is. Another part of me was crying because I had been played my entire 'relationship'. Here I was feeling guilty for getting into bed with Jeff back in Cameron, and Randy was engaged the whole time. Who wouldn't feel bad? I also felt bad because I had to work with Randy on TV now. I don't want my dirty laundry all over TV, but I wasn't going to stand for Jeff getting in trouble. If we keep it low key, people will think it's all storyline. The worst thing though was that I wanted Jeff, right away. It was like Randy meant absolutely nothing, which isn't entirely true, though I like to pretend. I did like him. But Jeff is just everything I want. And I want him right now, immediately after I find out my boyfriend was engaged. Shouldn't there be a brief period of 'I hate men' time? I feel like a slut.

"Hey, Aimes went to get some breakfast a few minutes ago for us. We have a shoot at five. I'm gonna jump in the shower." His voice was heavily laced with sleep.

"Kay," I said into the pillow. There was no movement. Jeff just stayed in the bed. I peeked from where my face was buried into the pillow and caught his eyes, immediately feeling embarrassed because I could feel that my eyes were puffy and probably red and I must look like crap. No one wants their crush to see them looking like shit.

"You gonna be okay? I mean, Amy should be back soon, but I don't wanna just leave if…" When he saw me roll my eyes he trailed off. Oops, I didn't mean to make him feel stupid, but is he kidding? I turned onto my back and gave him a false smile.

"Jeff, seriously, what am I gonna do? Jump out the fucking window? I'll be fine. I'm going to call my mom." He didn't like my attitude. I could tell when he scowled.

"No need to be such a bitch. It had nothin' to do with me." If only you knew Jeff. How can you not? Stupid blind idiot. He walked into the bathroom and shut the door closed behind him. I let out a sigh once the water was on. Damn, now he's mad.

I can see it now. Everything's going to be the way it was. Jeff is going to be a jerk to me all the time. I'll push his buttons when he makes me mad. And that's it. He'll pretend nothing ever happened between us. But only this time I'll love him. And my heart will hurt every time he's mean to me. Or worse. Every time he ignores me. And I'll be tortured for the rest of my wrestling career as long as the two of us have to be near each other. It's happening already.

I know, I'm a drama queen.

I can't imagine Jeff being that completely cold and heartless towards me after we had sex. He's not that much of a bastard. God I think my heart has gone frigid. Even in my thoughts I'm being a bitch.

"Hello?" And that was it. As soon as my mom picked up the phone I erupted into tears again. I told her everything. Everything I was afraid to tell my dad and other people. How I started dating Randy. Then how I slept with Jeff. How I wanted him so badly. How I still want him. How Randy was exposed. How Jeff comforted me all night. How stupid I feel.

"Sweetie, calm down. Listen to me. First of all, don't feel ashamed for crying. Let everything out." I kept crying for about five minutes before I gained control over myself. I felt like I couldn't cry anymore anyway. "Now, forget about Randy, he's out of the picture. You only have to think about him at work. You don't want someone like that anyway."

"I know," I croaked out. My throat was a little sore from sobbing.

"Jeff. Jeff sounds like a decent boy. I think you should tell him everything you're feeling. Then let love take its course." I told you my mom was a hippie.

"That's a lot easier said than done Mom. He thinks I'm too young for him."

"So he says. Age is nothing but a number. From what I've heard, Jeff's an insightful guy. It sounds to me that he's just as insecure about his feelings as you are Xanadu." She's the only one who calls me that on a regular basis.

I sighed into my phone. I was sitting with my back against the headboard and my knees pulled up to my chest. I had one arm pulling them up and my head tilting onto my kneecaps. At that moment, Amy walked into the hotel room with a tray of food balanced in one hand. She gave me a quick smile and I decided I didn't want to be having this conversation with my mom while other people were around, even if it was just Amy.

"Mom, I'm gonna go. Amy just came in with some breakfast. I'll call you later."

"Okay sweetie. Think about what I said and have a good photo shoot. I'll be in LA for your birthday. I love you."

"I love you too. Bye." I flipped my phone shut and put it on the nightstand.

"Got you some eggs and bacon," Amy offered me with another smile. I returned it and took the plate of food she offered me.

"Thanks." She tossed me a small carton of orange juice and sat on her bed. I was thankful she got the idea I wasn't in the mood to talk and she flipped the TV onto Jerry Springer. We vegged and ate and I made it a point not to turn and look at Jeff when he exited the bathroom.

He and Amy had a small conversation while he sat and ate but before it was over, I shut myself in the bathroom and took a hot shower. When I looked in the mirror, I was grateful that there was airbrush make up and retouching on photos these days.

-Jeff's POV-

I watched her as she closed herself in the bathroom. Probably cryin' again. I mean, I can't fully grasp it. Should she really be this upset? She didn't even like the guy all that much anyway…

"Ow!" I spun my head to look at Amy, who looked pissed, wonderin' why the hell she just smacked me on the head. "What was that for?!"

"You slept with her again?! Jeff, how can you be so insensitive?! That was always one of your strong points and here you are, messing around with a girl on the rebound! And while I was in the—"

"I didn't sleep with her!"

"Oh… oh. Sorry. I just thought… she looked so upset and I know how she feels ab— you know what? I'm quitting while I'm ahead." Good idea. Sheesh, all I do is try and make her feel better and I feel like they're both mad at me for nothin'!

Amy dropped us off at the studio X and I were gettin' our pictures taken in. She took off with the rental. She was gonna meet Matt later at the airport. X and I didn't even say much to each other.

"Hey guys, how's it going?" Carson, the set director for WWE Magazine's photo shoots asked. "The photographer will be here in about two hours." Okay, I know it doesn't take X two hours to get in her skimpy photo shoot outfits, there's hardly anythin' for her to get into and the hair only takes about ten minutes since her dread falls tie in. Make up might take twenty minutes tops. "I was thinking, for your first photo shoot together, we'll really make this reflect what the fans think of you. Obviously, they're under the impression you're a couple. Then, Jeff you're seen as artistic, and maybe even a little weird, but charismatic. X, you're sexy, but fun and edgy. So, I was thinking, and feel free to say no, but maybe we'd actually have you paint X's body Jeff. You know, like you painted your arms."

I saw her jaw drop and I felt a lump in my throat. Does that mean she's gonna be naked? Oh jeeze!

"I'm not posing nude. I turned down Playboy for a reason." So now she's says no. Why didn't she say no to exploiting our personal lives the other night? Hey wait… she said no to Playboy? Good girl. I felt my lips twitch upward a little.

"No, of course not. We have this flesh colored underwear set… nothing would be showing except your rear…" She's done thong shots before so I guess that isn't a problem. But the awkwardness might be.

"Oh… well… it's up to Jeff then. I'm comfortable with it." Lyin' through her damn teeth. I'm sick of it.

"Jeff? If you're uncomfortable we can have one of the makeup artists do it instead." Oh hell no! You crazy Carson?!

"No, I'll do it." I might've said that a little to eagerly. It's just cause I don't want some creep touchin' her half naked like that though. Sue me.

"Great! We have one of the dressing rooms set up with plastic on the floor and some body paint." As long as I can pretend she's not a hot girl, we'll be cool.

-X's POV-

I don't want to do this. It's cold, and this flesh colored bra and thong set is like… made out of mesh. Sure, when there's paint over it, you won't be able to tell, but goddamn! I don't want to be painted by Jeff all… almost nekked like this! I know he's seen it before but… gah! At least I had a robe... for now anyway.

I walked down the hallway with Carson, clutching the robe to my body as tightly as I could. This is going to be so embarrassing and awkward. And no doubt arousing. Damn my stupid hormones. Shouldn't you be gone by now?! I'm practically twenty!

Carson knocked on the door and I heard Jeff yell "C'mon in!" Here goes nothing. Carson opened the door and I stepped into the room. Okay, it's not so cold in here at least. "Now, if you need anything, just yell for me. Other than that, I'll try not to let you guys be disturbed. And hey, well, have fun I guess!" Carson sickens me sometimes.

The door clicked shut behind me and I looked over at Jeff, who was messing with the paint. And had already managed to get it on his shirt. I couldn't help but laugh a little.

"What?" he asked, looking up from the cups and plates of paint, confused.

"You. You're a mess. It's already on your shirt." Jeff looked down, apparently just noticing this and shrugged.

"Ah well. What can ya do?" Okay, at least the slight hostility between us has died down now. Good start. "Ready when you are," he said, placing the paint all over the plastic lined floor. I know the Jeff body painting procedure since he's painted me before. But I was wearing a bikini at that time. This was a little different. I turned away from him and as slowly as possible I took the robe off. Uhh awkwarrrdddd.

I avoided all eye contact with Jeff and lay on the floor, then just stared up at the ceiling before his face came into my line of vision. He was over me, on his hands and knees. "I'm gonna uh… cover you up a little first so this won't be as weird." This would be a lot less weird if I was ignorant to the fact he was sexually attracted to me like I was last time. He sat back on his knees a little when I nodded my head and now he was straddling my waist. Eeeepppp this sucks. Kind of.

"Well... if this isn't a compromisin' position I don't know what is." Jeff was trying to make this funny. And as much as I hated to admit it, it was working. I laughed a little just as he was about to dab paint on my chest. "Ya can't do that!" he chuckled, and I laughed a little harder. He grinned down at me and waited till I calmed down.

"Sorry, sorry." Okay, this is work. Get serious. No funny business. Jeff just shook his head.

"I don't mind one bit sugar, but this has gotta be done." Oh. Wait a second. My boobs kind of jiggle when I laugh, don't they? Eep, that was a dirty joke. I could feel my face getting red. Jeff must've noticed because he kind of shifted. "Sorry," he apologized.

I just half smiled at him. This needs to be over with quickly! He sighed and brought the paintbrush down on my left breast, leaving a streak of yellow. I hissed at the feeling of the cold paint on my skin, causing Jeff to pull the brush back a little. "Sorry. It's just cold."

He nodded and then continued where he left off, the feeling of coldness becoming tolerable and the sensitive tickling of the brush becoming the more noticeable aspect of the situation. He switched the brushes and began using purple, rolling the tip right over my nipple this time. I almost gasped. Almost. Before anything left my mouth I clamped onto my lip. My nipples were already hard from the cold anyway, so that wasn't a concern. But this situation was suddenly becoming very erotic instead of awkward.

I wondered if he knew what this was doing to me as he continued to move the brush around and over my nipple. It's getting hard not to make a noise and there's an aching sensation between my legs.

Jeff began using green now and as he continued painting his intricate design I began losing my cool. I was throbbing between my legs. This is like some 40 Days and 40 Nights shit. Only I don't have to keep away from physical gratification. My arms shot up and around Jeff's neck as I pulled him down into a kiss. I could feel the handle of the paintbrush, which had been crushed between our chests when he dropped it. I don't care though. He's kissing me back, so that's all that matters.

Jeff pulled me up so I was sitting upright as we continued our lip lock and we eventually and sloppily got to a standing position. He hardly wasted any time shimmying my 'so useful' underwear down my legs and onto the floor. I literally ripped the paint stained wife beater Jeff had on off and threw it on the ground, not noticing or caring that it landed in the orange paint.

Everything became so primal and animalistic… and hot. Jeff pushed me backwards, attaching himself to my neck and collarbone. His stubble scraped against my skin and I tangled my hands in his hair, stumbling till my back hit against the cold wall and I made an 'omph' sound.

Jeff swallowed it though with another rough kiss, grabbing a fistful of my hair and yanking my head back, almost into the wall. He scraped his teeth against my throat, not before holding on to my lip for a second as he pulled away. Wow… this is awesome!

I moved my hands down to his belt buckle and undid it as quickly as I could without looking, which didn't help much. Jeff got frustrated and pushed my hands away, doing it himself, letting his pants and boxers pool at his feet. I barely had a second to think as a finger shot inside me and half moaned, half gasped.

Jeff lifted one of my legs up to rest on his hip and muttered huskily into my neck. "Put your legs around me." I did what he wanted with his assistance and almost screamed when he filled me so fast it almost broke me in half.

Jeff thrust in and out of me and I clutched at his back, biting onto his shoulder almost the entire time, his grunts and the sound of my back thumping against the wall were the only noises in the room. I broke the silence as I the smell of Jeff's cologne, sweat and sex filled my senses.

"Jeff, I love you."