Jeff gazed into the endless mocha eyes of the beauty laying on his stomach. She was gorgeous, small and warm against him, her hair silky and black against his skin. One arm lay lazily across his shoulder, the other he had in his palm as he slowly stroked down her back. They had both fallen asleep there after the long, draining day. Both had been pulled every which way, and were enjoying the peace and quiet.
Jeff growled as she was lifted off of him, now in the arms of a menacing force.
"She was comfortable," he told Milo, reaching for the cat again.
"Neve's always comfortable." As if to spite Jeff, the black cat snuggled up with her owner, purring loudly.
Beaten, Jeff sat back, watching the two. "Well, do you have any business bargining into my dressing room like you just did?"
"Maybe I wanted to see if you were naked," Milo teased, snuggling up next to him. "I was lonely and I thought you'd finally like to hear my plan."
"This had better not include Christian." Much as he hated to admit, he abhorred the closeness that Milo and Christian had obtained over the past few weeks. It was starting to make him feel as if he was being passed up for someone else. Who knew what the two did in their spare time, however? It was all a matter of days before things got out of hand . . .
"No Christian." Milo's lips were just too close to his now; that grin was almost pressed to his frown. "You know you're the only man for me."
"If I knew that, we wouldn't be in this mess, now would we?"
"You don't have to give me the cold shoulder just because of what happened with Edge."
"I don't see any reason not to."
"I was desperate."
"You're always desperate."
Milo sighed, turning away from him. "You know, everyone thinks I'm so big and bad just because I don't accept my role as a ring girl. Just because I try to be different than all these other sluts, you think I don't need anyone, don't you? I know it may amaze you but I'm still a person--"
"It's hard to believe," Jeff growled. "Very hard to believe when someone does what you do." Neve was on the floor now, and he tried to gain her attention by whistling softly and beckoning her over. Neve ignored him, yawning before laying down on the ground to sleep. Exactly like Milo.
"I'll take that as a complaint." Milo was back on her feet, stretching out her long legs. Her pants were baggier than ever, rustling as she leaned against the wall for a quad stretch.
Jeff had never seen her in anything but baggy pants and a real heavy T-Shirt. He had always supposed it was part of her rebelling against the dress code that had been formed in sports entertainment, but now he just found it irritating. It was almost like she was teasing him.
"I have a match tonight." Her voice was quiet in the dim light of the room, and Jeff tried to focus his attentions elsewhere.
"You almost always do."
"This is supposed to be a tag team match, Lilith and Jericho and my team. But I decided that I didn't want Christian or some other Alliance chump on my team."
"I'm not accompanying you, if that's what you're implying."
"No, I didn't think you would. That's why I'm gonna prove to you that I don't just feed off the help of guys. I can do this myself, or I can take a beating." She paused a moment to shrug on her coat before adding, "Maybe afterwards I'll be a real boy."
"Milo!" Jeff called out, but she was already ignoring him. The door slammed in his face, and he sat back down on the bench, scowling. Milo's words were beginning to get to him. Maybe he really didn't give her the chance that she deserved . . .
Maybe could be applied to everything, though. His head was pounding, and so he laid back down. He cried out softly Neve decided to jump on his stomach, scaring the hell out of him. She purred, rubbing her face against his, before settling back down to knead at his chest.
"Please tell me what your Mommy is doing," Jeff begged the cat, "because I don't know what to believe anymore."