Disclaimer: I own nothing, not even myself. The United States government
owns that. The WWF is NOT mine. Of course, I wouldn't be writing a story
and posting it on the Internet for free if I owned it. Also I do not own
Cosmopolitan magazine. I don't know who owns that. And yes, what Jeff
recites is actually from one of the articles.
Rating: R for some sexual content.
Genre: Romance/Humor
Pairing: Molly Holly/Jeff Hardy. Sorry, I'm a Molly and Jeff shipper. If you don't like that pairing, then please go away. But who wouldn't?
A/N: I began this story a LONG time ago, and I just now got to finish with it. My friend, MollyHollyJeffHardy, forced me to write this. I believe it was in the very early days when Molly joined Hurricane, but I'm not so sure. But I decided to keep her stage name instead of using her real name just to avoid some confusion. Please continue reading my story; I hope all this mumbo jumbo didn't scare you off!
Molly lay on the bed staring at the young man next to her. Okay, so he was older than she was by a year and 8 days, but that still didn't make him old. She studied his features, from his long, neatly dyed hair to his tall black boots. He was perfect. She didn't know why she had never realized before that Jeff Hardy was the man she loved.
As if he could feel her watching him, Jeff looked up from the magazine he had been reading into Molly's big, brown eyes. He had also noticed that she was perfect in every way, but this 1st realization was long ago.
Molly sat up and looked out the window, embarrassed at having been caught, but she couldn't resist. She slowly turned back to face him and saw his large smile. She smiled back.
"Hey, Jeff," she said, still smiling. "How are you?"
"I'm fine. So… it took you this long to ask me that?"
She laughed. They had been sitting here waiting for Matt to come back from the lobby for about 10 minutes now, and these were the first words they had spoken in that whole time. Molly and Lita had shared a room 10 minutes ago, but Matt and Lita wanted that room to themselves. Now Molly shared a room with Jeff, and she had no complaints about it.
Of course, Jeff didn't know her true feelings about him.
"Um, Jeff? Can I ask you something?"
"I dunno," he answered, smiling mischievously. "Can you?"
She pushed him lightly on the arm, but it was still strong enough to push him off the bed. Molly gasped and peered over the edge.
"Jeff, are you okay?"
He propped himself up on one elbow.
"I'm fine, I'm fine," he said. "I like a nice, strong woman."
Molly blushed. "Jeff, you're embarrassing me!"
He stood up and sat on the edge of the bed.
"So, what was it you wanted to ask me?"
"When do you think Matt will be back?"
"Oh, who cares, Molls?" he said. "He's probably playing tonsil hockey with Amy."
Molly thought about what he meant by 'who cares'. Did he have something in mind other than sitting here talking? She decided she better find out.
Using some flirting tips she read online, she leaned closer to him, pulling up her skirt to show a little more leg. Jeff watched her from the corner of his eye, tugging at the hem of his shirt self-consciously. He had dreamed of holding Molly tight in his arms, being able to kiss her passionately and whispering sweet nothings in her ear.
"I am imagining how it feels to have you peel away my clothes," she whispered in his ear, "leaving me naked and trembling before you—aching for your touch."
Jeff had not expected this and felt he became excitedly aroused.
"Oh, Molly, I—" he started to say but was cut off by a gentle kiss. He kissed her back and ran his tongue across her bottom lip, causing her to kiss him even harder. Finally, she opened her mouth and Jeff pushed his tongue inside.
She ran her hand down his chest, and he rubbed her back, using his other hand to pull her gently toward him. Slowly, she pulled out of the kiss and looked straight into Jeff's eyes.
"What was that you were saying, Jeff?"
He had to remember what language he spoke before telling her that it was nothing. "I was just going to agree with you!"
Molly smiled and started unbuttoning her shirt, still looking deep into his eyes. Jeff was also trying to meet her stare but found it hard not to look toward her chest, which was now completely bare aside from her bra. She took his left hand and forced him to unclasp the bra from the front.
Laying the bra aside, Jeff reached out for her again and nibbled, licked, and kissed the sensitive skin of her neck. Molly peered over his shoulder at the magazine he had been reading. It was Cosmo.
"Jeff!" she said, picking it up. "I can't believe you were reading this." She thumbed through the pages.
"What's wrong with it?" he asked, smiling innocently. He grabbed it out of her hands and flipped to the article he had been previously reading.
"Shall I read it to you?" he asked her.
"You shall."
"Okay! 99 things to do to a naked man. I'll read off my favorite ones." He moved his finger down the page, searching for the first good one.
"Number two: Grab my butt as I'm thrusting into you—with both hands.
"Number seven: Lick the very tip of your finger, then lightly drag it around the outer rim of my ear and down to my earlobe."
At this, Molly quickly licked Jeff's ear.
"Woo! Keep it up, Molly! Number 18: If you have long hair, let it down and sweep it along my entire body, from my face to my chest to my navel… on south.
"Number 22: Gently tickle or scratch that seamlike line under my balls during foreplay.
"Number 25: Dig your nails hard into my shoulder blades as I climax. There's a reason it's a total movie cliché… it works!"
Molly traced her nails up and down his back, causing Jeff to momentarily close his eyes.
"Number 35: Suck my finger as if you're doing it to, um, another body part.
"Number 38: Take a sip of ice water before giving me oral sex.
"Number 40: Wear an old shirt you don't care about and tell me to rip it off you."
"Whoa, such aggressiveness!" Molly said smiling. Jeff laughed.
"Anyway, Number 43: Pull just a bit on my balls as you're going down on me.
"Number 50: Lightly tickle the underside of my scrotum as I'm about to come.
"Number 63: Don't handle me with care. I've found that most women are way too gentle when it comes to stroking and groping."
"Am I way too gentle?"
"No," he said smiling. "Not if you're going to push me off the bed!"
Just then, the door opened and Jeff's brother, Matt, stood in the doorway.
"Hey, guys, sorry I got back so late but…. Oh my God!"
Matt walked backward to the door covering his eyes as Jeff struggled to cover Molly with the magazine.
"I'll just be leaving," Matt said. "I'll leave you two be."
"No, Matt, I was just leaving myself," Molly said. She had gotten her bra easily back on and was now buttoning her shirt. "I'll be out walking if you need me." And with that, she swept out the door.
Matt eyed his brother, who had stood up and was now looking at the floor, obviously wondering why she had left.
"Um, Jeff," Matt started to say.
Jeff looked up and uneasily met Matt's eyes.
"What?"
"You should go after her."
Jeff short him a confused look, but it quickly vanished as he looked at the door. He gave his older brother a quick hug and followed after Molly in the direction she had left.
Rating: R for some sexual content.
Genre: Romance/Humor
Pairing: Molly Holly/Jeff Hardy. Sorry, I'm a Molly and Jeff shipper. If you don't like that pairing, then please go away. But who wouldn't?
A/N: I began this story a LONG time ago, and I just now got to finish with it. My friend, MollyHollyJeffHardy, forced me to write this. I believe it was in the very early days when Molly joined Hurricane, but I'm not so sure. But I decided to keep her stage name instead of using her real name just to avoid some confusion. Please continue reading my story; I hope all this mumbo jumbo didn't scare you off!
Molly lay on the bed staring at the young man next to her. Okay, so he was older than she was by a year and 8 days, but that still didn't make him old. She studied his features, from his long, neatly dyed hair to his tall black boots. He was perfect. She didn't know why she had never realized before that Jeff Hardy was the man she loved.
As if he could feel her watching him, Jeff looked up from the magazine he had been reading into Molly's big, brown eyes. He had also noticed that she was perfect in every way, but this 1st realization was long ago.
Molly sat up and looked out the window, embarrassed at having been caught, but she couldn't resist. She slowly turned back to face him and saw his large smile. She smiled back.
"Hey, Jeff," she said, still smiling. "How are you?"
"I'm fine. So… it took you this long to ask me that?"
She laughed. They had been sitting here waiting for Matt to come back from the lobby for about 10 minutes now, and these were the first words they had spoken in that whole time. Molly and Lita had shared a room 10 minutes ago, but Matt and Lita wanted that room to themselves. Now Molly shared a room with Jeff, and she had no complaints about it.
Of course, Jeff didn't know her true feelings about him.
"Um, Jeff? Can I ask you something?"
"I dunno," he answered, smiling mischievously. "Can you?"
She pushed him lightly on the arm, but it was still strong enough to push him off the bed. Molly gasped and peered over the edge.
"Jeff, are you okay?"
He propped himself up on one elbow.
"I'm fine, I'm fine," he said. "I like a nice, strong woman."
Molly blushed. "Jeff, you're embarrassing me!"
He stood up and sat on the edge of the bed.
"So, what was it you wanted to ask me?"
"When do you think Matt will be back?"
"Oh, who cares, Molls?" he said. "He's probably playing tonsil hockey with Amy."
Molly thought about what he meant by 'who cares'. Did he have something in mind other than sitting here talking? She decided she better find out.
Using some flirting tips she read online, she leaned closer to him, pulling up her skirt to show a little more leg. Jeff watched her from the corner of his eye, tugging at the hem of his shirt self-consciously. He had dreamed of holding Molly tight in his arms, being able to kiss her passionately and whispering sweet nothings in her ear.
"I am imagining how it feels to have you peel away my clothes," she whispered in his ear, "leaving me naked and trembling before you—aching for your touch."
Jeff had not expected this and felt he became excitedly aroused.
"Oh, Molly, I—" he started to say but was cut off by a gentle kiss. He kissed her back and ran his tongue across her bottom lip, causing her to kiss him even harder. Finally, she opened her mouth and Jeff pushed his tongue inside.
She ran her hand down his chest, and he rubbed her back, using his other hand to pull her gently toward him. Slowly, she pulled out of the kiss and looked straight into Jeff's eyes.
"What was that you were saying, Jeff?"
He had to remember what language he spoke before telling her that it was nothing. "I was just going to agree with you!"
Molly smiled and started unbuttoning her shirt, still looking deep into his eyes. Jeff was also trying to meet her stare but found it hard not to look toward her chest, which was now completely bare aside from her bra. She took his left hand and forced him to unclasp the bra from the front.
Laying the bra aside, Jeff reached out for her again and nibbled, licked, and kissed the sensitive skin of her neck. Molly peered over his shoulder at the magazine he had been reading. It was Cosmo.
"Jeff!" she said, picking it up. "I can't believe you were reading this." She thumbed through the pages.
"What's wrong with it?" he asked, smiling innocently. He grabbed it out of her hands and flipped to the article he had been previously reading.
"Shall I read it to you?" he asked her.
"You shall."
"Okay! 99 things to do to a naked man. I'll read off my favorite ones." He moved his finger down the page, searching for the first good one.
"Number two: Grab my butt as I'm thrusting into you—with both hands.
"Number seven: Lick the very tip of your finger, then lightly drag it around the outer rim of my ear and down to my earlobe."
At this, Molly quickly licked Jeff's ear.
"Woo! Keep it up, Molly! Number 18: If you have long hair, let it down and sweep it along my entire body, from my face to my chest to my navel… on south.
"Number 22: Gently tickle or scratch that seamlike line under my balls during foreplay.
"Number 25: Dig your nails hard into my shoulder blades as I climax. There's a reason it's a total movie cliché… it works!"
Molly traced her nails up and down his back, causing Jeff to momentarily close his eyes.
"Number 35: Suck my finger as if you're doing it to, um, another body part.
"Number 38: Take a sip of ice water before giving me oral sex.
"Number 40: Wear an old shirt you don't care about and tell me to rip it off you."
"Whoa, such aggressiveness!" Molly said smiling. Jeff laughed.
"Anyway, Number 43: Pull just a bit on my balls as you're going down on me.
"Number 50: Lightly tickle the underside of my scrotum as I'm about to come.
"Number 63: Don't handle me with care. I've found that most women are way too gentle when it comes to stroking and groping."
"Am I way too gentle?"
"No," he said smiling. "Not if you're going to push me off the bed!"
Just then, the door opened and Jeff's brother, Matt, stood in the doorway.
"Hey, guys, sorry I got back so late but…. Oh my God!"
Matt walked backward to the door covering his eyes as Jeff struggled to cover Molly with the magazine.
"I'll just be leaving," Matt said. "I'll leave you two be."
"No, Matt, I was just leaving myself," Molly said. She had gotten her bra easily back on and was now buttoning her shirt. "I'll be out walking if you need me." And with that, she swept out the door.
Matt eyed his brother, who had stood up and was now looking at the floor, obviously wondering why she had left.
"Um, Jeff," Matt started to say.
Jeff looked up and uneasily met Matt's eyes.
"What?"
"You should go after her."
Jeff short him a confused look, but it quickly vanished as he looked at the door. He gave his older brother a quick hug and followed after Molly in the direction she had left.