*** Track two of this story is "Every Time." I'm not sure if I explained how I'm doing this fic very well. I won't return to the Matt/Lita storyline right away...but it will be in other parts of the story. There's going to be about six storylines in the fic. And I'm trying to be pretty different with this one. But I should have happy endings for the most part. Anyways, enjoy! ***
// I laid the blanket there on the shoreline
And saw the water shine with the moon //
She ran out of his dressing room like a bullet. He could tell she was trying to hide tears. The foolish woman had tried once again to get Jeff Hardy to notice her. He hated to see her in pain. He had fallen for her such a long time ago.
He looked briefly at Jeff's dressing room door. What kind of fool was he? How could he not see what a wonderful, beautiful woman she was? Of course, he was too wrapped up in making that vapid Trish Stratus jealous to really see her.
He sighed as he headed off toward the dressing room she was sharing with Stacy and Ivory. She needed someone to actually listen to her. Anyone could tell Stacy Kiebler was too concerned with herself to think about Torrie for a second. Someone had to watch out for her.
// What kind of fool would fail to notice
The best thing shining was you //
"Hey Torrie," Sean said after he had been told he could come into the dressing room. She was sitting in front of the mirror fixing her eye make-up. "Why are you messing with that stuff? You're beautiful enough on your own."
"Thanks Sean," Torrie said. He only heard the slight tremor in her voice because he was listening for it. He knew she wanted to appear strong and self-confident, but inside she was anything but.
"I saw you running from Jeff's dressing room," Sean commented casually.
"I forgot I had a match," Torrie shrugged.
"You're too good for him," Sean said.
"At least one of us thinks so," Torrie said hopelessly.
// Oh, I laughed kind of nervous
I felt you move closer //
"Torrie," Sean sighed. "Come out with me tonight."
"We have a show," Torrie said, finally turning away from the mirror.
"I know," Sean said. "After the show. We can go to dinner and then dancing or something."
"I'm not really up to it tonight," Torrie said.
"I'm not taking no for an answer," Sean said. "It will get your mind off of things."
"How could I resist?" Torrie asked, a tiny smile gracing her lips.
// And felt the world unwind
Once was a stranger not quite a lover
But steadily crossing the line //
"You look great," Sean said when he picked Torrie up from her hotel room later that night. She was wearing a simple black dress and a black leather jacket.
"You too," Torrie said. She didn't want to admit exactly how good he looked in his black slacks and light blue dress shirt.
"Thanks," he said, offering his arm to her. She slid her hand into the crook of his arm. "Does Indian food sound good to you?"
"I've never had it," Torrie admitted.
"You'll love it," Sean said confidently.
"What makes you think you know me so well?" Torrie asked.
"Something," Sean said softly, looking at her. Torrie turned her head away hoping he didn't feel the bolt of electricity she felt when their eyes met.
// Carry me far away
Don't hold back, I won't break
Leave the ghosts behind //
"This is so great," Torrie said. "I haven't eaten food with my hands in ages."
"It tastes better that way," Sean said. "And it's more fun."
"I agree," Torrie said. She beamed up at him and Sean felt his heart miss a beat. She was so beautiful. To him there was no one more beautiful in the world.
"I'm glad you liked it," Sean said seriously.
"I guess I have to trust that you do indeed know me well now, don't I?" Torrie asked.
"It would be smart," Sean agreed.
// All I know wrong or right
Just the thought of this night
Will get me every time
Every time //
"What are we going to do now?" Torrie asked.
"There's this swing club a couple of blocks away," Sean said. "Do you know how to swing?"
"Well, of course," Torrie said. "I learned in high school because my boyfriend was in a ska band."
"That makes a lot of sense," Sean remarked.
"A lot of people who listen to ska swing dance," Torrie explained.
"So would you like to swing dance?" Sean asked.
"Why not?" Torrie asked.
// Well the voice in my head said 'what are you doing?'
I thought 'not listening to you' //
"Oh my goodness," Torrie gasped for breath. "I haven't had this much fun in so long Sean."
"You mean I'm a fun guy?" Sean asked.
"Yes," Torrie said. "And you really know how to cut a rug."
"My mom was a dance teacher," Sean explained.
"How did you get into wrestling?" Torrie asked.
"It was the most manly thing I could think of," Sean said.
"I see," Torrie said. She wanted so badly to kiss him. She wanted him to kiss her. She just wanted to touch him. "Let's get back on the floor."
// You see I'm taking a chance
I'm thinking 'bout flying
Over the blue //
"You want to come up to my room?" Torrie asked.
"Do you want me to?" Sean asked.
"Actually, no," Torrie said. "I'm sharing with Stacy."
"I see," Sean said, his disappointment visible.
"Could I come up to your room?" Torrie asked.
"Yeah," Sean said. "Of course."
Torrie slid her hand in his. "Good, because I don't want this night to ever end."
// And it's crazy to be this out of practice
And have it all come so naturally //
Sean unlocked the door to his room and held the door open for Torrie. "You want something to drink?" Sean asked.
"Water actually," Torrie said. "Can I use your phone?"
"Of course," Sean said.
She picked up the phone and called her room to let Stacey know she was alright and for her not to worry. "Was she there?" Sean asked.
"No," Torrie said. "Probably out chasing after some new guy. She decided when Matt wouldn't give her the time of day, even after Matt and Lita broke up, it was time to cut her losses."
"A lot of people could learn from her," Sean commented.
"I guess I should've," Torrie said softly.
// Don't you love knocking logic right of it's axis
And watch it float far out to sea //
"Don't be so hard on yourself," Sean said. "It's not like Stacy was actually attracted to Matt. She just likes taking what other people have."
"Wasn't I doing the same thing?" Torrie asked.
"Except you were actually attracted to Jeff," Sean said.
"What about you?" Torrie asked. "Are you attracted to me?"
"You can't tell?" Sean asked.
"I wish I had seen it so much earlier," Torrie said.
// Carry me far away
Don't hold back, I won't break
Leave the ghosts behind //
Sean leaned over and lightly brushed his lips over hers. Torrie shivered momentarily when his lips brushed hers.
"You don't want this?" Sean asked.
"No Sean, I do," Torrie protested. "I was shivering in...I don't know, pleasure maybe. But it was definitely good."
"You're sure?" Sean asked.
"Yes Sean," Torrie said.
"And you know it's me?" Sean asked.
"Trust me," Torrie said. "I could never mistake you for Jeff."
// All I know wrong or right
Just the thought of this night
Will get me every time
Every time //
Sean kissed her again. She slid her hands around his neck and let her pull him closer. The kiss was passionate and fiery. Torrie felt her blood heat as she melted against him.
"Oh wow," Sean said as he pulled away.
"I second that," Torrie said. He rested his forehead against hers.
"I've wanted you so long," Sean murmured.
"Really?" Torrie asked in amazement. "I thought you were my friend to get close to Stacy."
"No," Sean said. "I was your friend to get close to you."
"I'm glad," Torrie whispered, kissing him again.
// So, now here I am reading my fortune
In the winding lines of your hand //
Torrie ran circles over Sean's bare chest. It had been a perfect night. He was an amazing person. He was observant and he treated her like she really mattered. She was used to being a trophy.
He shifted a little and he pulled her closer to him. She had known him for years, even been close to him but she had never imagined that he could want her. She had had a crush on him at one point. But she buried it deep inside of her because she was sure he couldn't like her.
Maybe if she believe in herself a little more she could be a little happier. She could see herself happy with him if she looked far enough.
// Oh and I see a lost unwanted orphan
Head right for the promised land
Carry me far away
I won't, I won't break //
Sean felt Torrie move closer to him. He hadn't known all the passion she had buried inside of her. He had known she knew what sex was, but he hadn't imagined how well she knew what it was. But it was more than sex to him. It was so much more special than just sex.
"Torrie?" Sean asked softly.
"Hmm?" she murmured sleepily.
"You comfortable?" Sean asked.
"Never better," she mumbled happily.
He softly kissed her and then settled against her.
// Carry me far away
Don't hold back, I won't break
Leave the ghosts behind //
Torrie was humming as she walked out of Sean's room the next morning. "Well, if it isn't Torrie Wilson?" Lita said.
"What are you doing out this early?" Torrie asked.
"I ate breakfast with Kurt," Lita said.
"I never imagined you with Angle," Torrie said.
"We're just friends," Lita said. "I thought you were interested in Jeff."
"I got smart," Torrie said. "Who needs a Hardy?"
Torrie thought she heard Lita mumble something about how she did. She smiled as she walked away.
// All I know wrong or right
Just the thought of this night
Will get me every time
Every time //
"Shane wants to talk to you," Stacy said.
"Why?" Torrie asked.
"Hell if I know," Stacy said. "But he doesn't want to sleep with you."
"Like I would have expected that," Torrie said. "It's pretty much common knowledge that he, unlike his father, is faithful to his wife."
"He probably wants you to get with a guy," Stacy said.
Torrie's face drained as she realized her friend was probably right. And her career had to be the most important thing in her life.
// I laid the blanket there on the shoreline
And saw the water shine with the moon //
She ran out of his dressing room like a bullet. He could tell she was trying to hide tears. The foolish woman had tried once again to get Jeff Hardy to notice her. He hated to see her in pain. He had fallen for her such a long time ago.
He looked briefly at Jeff's dressing room door. What kind of fool was he? How could he not see what a wonderful, beautiful woman she was? Of course, he was too wrapped up in making that vapid Trish Stratus jealous to really see her.
He sighed as he headed off toward the dressing room she was sharing with Stacy and Ivory. She needed someone to actually listen to her. Anyone could tell Stacy Kiebler was too concerned with herself to think about Torrie for a second. Someone had to watch out for her.
// What kind of fool would fail to notice
The best thing shining was you //
"Hey Torrie," Sean said after he had been told he could come into the dressing room. She was sitting in front of the mirror fixing her eye make-up. "Why are you messing with that stuff? You're beautiful enough on your own."
"Thanks Sean," Torrie said. He only heard the slight tremor in her voice because he was listening for it. He knew she wanted to appear strong and self-confident, but inside she was anything but.
"I saw you running from Jeff's dressing room," Sean commented casually.
"I forgot I had a match," Torrie shrugged.
"You're too good for him," Sean said.
"At least one of us thinks so," Torrie said hopelessly.
// Oh, I laughed kind of nervous
I felt you move closer //
"Torrie," Sean sighed. "Come out with me tonight."
"We have a show," Torrie said, finally turning away from the mirror.
"I know," Sean said. "After the show. We can go to dinner and then dancing or something."
"I'm not really up to it tonight," Torrie said.
"I'm not taking no for an answer," Sean said. "It will get your mind off of things."
"How could I resist?" Torrie asked, a tiny smile gracing her lips.
// And felt the world unwind
Once was a stranger not quite a lover
But steadily crossing the line //
"You look great," Sean said when he picked Torrie up from her hotel room later that night. She was wearing a simple black dress and a black leather jacket.
"You too," Torrie said. She didn't want to admit exactly how good he looked in his black slacks and light blue dress shirt.
"Thanks," he said, offering his arm to her. She slid her hand into the crook of his arm. "Does Indian food sound good to you?"
"I've never had it," Torrie admitted.
"You'll love it," Sean said confidently.
"What makes you think you know me so well?" Torrie asked.
"Something," Sean said softly, looking at her. Torrie turned her head away hoping he didn't feel the bolt of electricity she felt when their eyes met.
// Carry me far away
Don't hold back, I won't break
Leave the ghosts behind //
"This is so great," Torrie said. "I haven't eaten food with my hands in ages."
"It tastes better that way," Sean said. "And it's more fun."
"I agree," Torrie said. She beamed up at him and Sean felt his heart miss a beat. She was so beautiful. To him there was no one more beautiful in the world.
"I'm glad you liked it," Sean said seriously.
"I guess I have to trust that you do indeed know me well now, don't I?" Torrie asked.
"It would be smart," Sean agreed.
// All I know wrong or right
Just the thought of this night
Will get me every time
Every time //
"What are we going to do now?" Torrie asked.
"There's this swing club a couple of blocks away," Sean said. "Do you know how to swing?"
"Well, of course," Torrie said. "I learned in high school because my boyfriend was in a ska band."
"That makes a lot of sense," Sean remarked.
"A lot of people who listen to ska swing dance," Torrie explained.
"So would you like to swing dance?" Sean asked.
"Why not?" Torrie asked.
// Well the voice in my head said 'what are you doing?'
I thought 'not listening to you' //
"Oh my goodness," Torrie gasped for breath. "I haven't had this much fun in so long Sean."
"You mean I'm a fun guy?" Sean asked.
"Yes," Torrie said. "And you really know how to cut a rug."
"My mom was a dance teacher," Sean explained.
"How did you get into wrestling?" Torrie asked.
"It was the most manly thing I could think of," Sean said.
"I see," Torrie said. She wanted so badly to kiss him. She wanted him to kiss her. She just wanted to touch him. "Let's get back on the floor."
// You see I'm taking a chance
I'm thinking 'bout flying
Over the blue //
"You want to come up to my room?" Torrie asked.
"Do you want me to?" Sean asked.
"Actually, no," Torrie said. "I'm sharing with Stacy."
"I see," Sean said, his disappointment visible.
"Could I come up to your room?" Torrie asked.
"Yeah," Sean said. "Of course."
Torrie slid her hand in his. "Good, because I don't want this night to ever end."
// And it's crazy to be this out of practice
And have it all come so naturally //
Sean unlocked the door to his room and held the door open for Torrie. "You want something to drink?" Sean asked.
"Water actually," Torrie said. "Can I use your phone?"
"Of course," Sean said.
She picked up the phone and called her room to let Stacey know she was alright and for her not to worry. "Was she there?" Sean asked.
"No," Torrie said. "Probably out chasing after some new guy. She decided when Matt wouldn't give her the time of day, even after Matt and Lita broke up, it was time to cut her losses."
"A lot of people could learn from her," Sean commented.
"I guess I should've," Torrie said softly.
// Don't you love knocking logic right of it's axis
And watch it float far out to sea //
"Don't be so hard on yourself," Sean said. "It's not like Stacy was actually attracted to Matt. She just likes taking what other people have."
"Wasn't I doing the same thing?" Torrie asked.
"Except you were actually attracted to Jeff," Sean said.
"What about you?" Torrie asked. "Are you attracted to me?"
"You can't tell?" Sean asked.
"I wish I had seen it so much earlier," Torrie said.
// Carry me far away
Don't hold back, I won't break
Leave the ghosts behind //
Sean leaned over and lightly brushed his lips over hers. Torrie shivered momentarily when his lips brushed hers.
"You don't want this?" Sean asked.
"No Sean, I do," Torrie protested. "I was shivering in...I don't know, pleasure maybe. But it was definitely good."
"You're sure?" Sean asked.
"Yes Sean," Torrie said.
"And you know it's me?" Sean asked.
"Trust me," Torrie said. "I could never mistake you for Jeff."
// All I know wrong or right
Just the thought of this night
Will get me every time
Every time //
Sean kissed her again. She slid her hands around his neck and let her pull him closer. The kiss was passionate and fiery. Torrie felt her blood heat as she melted against him.
"Oh wow," Sean said as he pulled away.
"I second that," Torrie said. He rested his forehead against hers.
"I've wanted you so long," Sean murmured.
"Really?" Torrie asked in amazement. "I thought you were my friend to get close to Stacy."
"No," Sean said. "I was your friend to get close to you."
"I'm glad," Torrie whispered, kissing him again.
// So, now here I am reading my fortune
In the winding lines of your hand //
Torrie ran circles over Sean's bare chest. It had been a perfect night. He was an amazing person. He was observant and he treated her like she really mattered. She was used to being a trophy.
He shifted a little and he pulled her closer to him. She had known him for years, even been close to him but she had never imagined that he could want her. She had had a crush on him at one point. But she buried it deep inside of her because she was sure he couldn't like her.
Maybe if she believe in herself a little more she could be a little happier. She could see herself happy with him if she looked far enough.
// Oh and I see a lost unwanted orphan
Head right for the promised land
Carry me far away
I won't, I won't break //
Sean felt Torrie move closer to him. He hadn't known all the passion she had buried inside of her. He had known she knew what sex was, but he hadn't imagined how well she knew what it was. But it was more than sex to him. It was so much more special than just sex.
"Torrie?" Sean asked softly.
"Hmm?" she murmured sleepily.
"You comfortable?" Sean asked.
"Never better," she mumbled happily.
He softly kissed her and then settled against her.
// Carry me far away
Don't hold back, I won't break
Leave the ghosts behind //
Torrie was humming as she walked out of Sean's room the next morning. "Well, if it isn't Torrie Wilson?" Lita said.
"What are you doing out this early?" Torrie asked.
"I ate breakfast with Kurt," Lita said.
"I never imagined you with Angle," Torrie said.
"We're just friends," Lita said. "I thought you were interested in Jeff."
"I got smart," Torrie said. "Who needs a Hardy?"
Torrie thought she heard Lita mumble something about how she did. She smiled as she walked away.
// All I know wrong or right
Just the thought of this night
Will get me every time
Every time //
"Shane wants to talk to you," Stacy said.
"Why?" Torrie asked.
"Hell if I know," Stacy said. "But he doesn't want to sleep with you."
"Like I would have expected that," Torrie said. "It's pretty much common knowledge that he, unlike his father, is faithful to his wife."
"He probably wants you to get with a guy," Stacy said.
Torrie's face drained as she realized her friend was probably right. And her career had to be the most important thing in her life.
