Title~ Texas Grace (10/10)
Author~ Cristal
Email~ Talis13@yahoo.com
Rating~ *R *
Content~ Language (per normal), m/f sex, violence (more than normal for me)
Disclaimer~ All characters belong to the WWE. ;)
Distribution~ hardy2extreme.com, otherwise, please ask.
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Notes~ Roster split IS in effect.
Summary~ Lita finds an unexpected savior…
Bradshaw let go of Lita, hugging the much smaller Jacqueline as she stepped back, looking him up and down. "You takin' care of yourself?"
"Yes mom." He replied dutifully as she smiled at him with a nod.
"That's right sugar."
Lita exchanged hugs with Matt and Jeff respectively before sitting on the edge of one of the beds. She sighed. "You're in room 320 Jeff."
"…oops."
Matt rolled his eyes as he looked at his younger brother. "I keep forgetting the dog collar and tag that says where he's from."
Jeff sat on the edge of the other bed, leveling a gaze at his brother. "Funny."
"Anyway, before this turns into another argument, we need to figure out what to do here everyone." Matt stated, looking out at everyone as he sat on the bed next to his brother.
"…what exactly has he been saying guys?"
Jackie snorted, laying a hand on Bradshaw's shoulder as he shifted, she ready to stop the big man from taking off half-cocked. Jeff crossed his arms over his chest with a sigh as he looked up from his tennis shoes. "Well, let's see. Lita is a redheaded devil. A total sex fiend: that's all she wants Bradshaw for of course. He's just a side dish: because she has her 'real' man, one Paul Heyman."
Lita felt like she wanted to throw up. "Oh YUCK!!! Only in his absolute wildest dreams! No chance in hell!! Ugh…"
Jackie strengthened her grip on Bradshaw, as he started moving again. "Stay."
"I'm not a damn dog Jackie, let me go." he growled back at the tough little diva.
She frowned before shaking his shoulder. "Don't you dare leave this room yet Bradshaw. I ain't gonna let you."
"Oh you're not, huh?"
"No. Stay. At least right now. We need a plan and you going off on your own, still not healed up from your other injuries isn't going to work. They don't know you're back yet-"
"Actually, he probably does." Lita stated with a slight frown.
"What do you mean?"
She bit her lip as she looked over at Matt. "We saw Brock when we got off the elevator...actually..."
"Did he do anything?"
"With me there? No way in hell boy." Bradshaw replied as Jackie resumed her grip on his shoulder while Lita grabbed his hand, rubbing gently.
Jeff held his hands up in peace. "Just checking man."
"Well, regardless, we need to decide what to do guys." Matt stated, looking out at everyone. "He needs to stop running his mouth once and for all."
"Agreed, but how?" Jeff asked as he looked over at Matt.
"Personally I think Heyman just needs the hell beat out of him." Lita stated with a dark look.
"True. That's easier said than done though." Jackie replied as she finally let go of Bradshaw. "You got Brock who's always playing guard dog for the leech."
"Not necessarily..." Jeff trailed off as he shared a glance with Matt.
Lita looked up, confused. "What do you mean? He's ALWAYS with Heyman."
Jeff nodded, crossing his arms over his chest. "True. But I'm thinking that isn't all there is to him. He's a guard dog true...but I'm wondering if he doesn't fall more into being a 'pawn'...you know what I mean?"
"No, I don't!" Bradshaw spat as he stood and started pacing.
"Listen, Brock is only around Heyman because he HAS to be is what I'm saying!"
"I don't know..."
"I do, they're both sons of bitches."
"Listen Bradshaw, I think I'm agreeing with Jeff on this one." Jackie stated, hands in her hips.
"What?!?"
"Listen, Brock doesn't act like a little dog all the time. Only when Heyman is within hearing distance. Otherwise, I don't think he associates with the man." she replied. "They're making a point..."
Bradshaw stopped his pacing, arms crossed over his broad chest as he stared at both Jackie and the Hardy's. His dark eyes flashed with annoyance at them. "And if you're wrong?"
"Then they're wrong." he felt her slim arms slip around his waist, quietly sneaking up on him in the middle of his rants.
His body automatically relaxed as soon as she was touching him. He felt her lean against his back, resting her cheek just at the center of his back. His hands came up, a ghost of a touch against her skin...not so much reassuring her, as reassuring himself. "But Lita...I don't want them to get you-"
"They won't baby..." she whispered, only he catching the sound of her voice. She squeezed his waist once before letting go and standing next to him. "I want to get a hold of Heyman myself. That pig has a beating coming."
"Lita-"
She silenced Bradshaw with a hand on his arm. "I want to kick his ass John. And I will. I don't want anyone to do it for me."
"But what about-"
"I want YOU to make sure Brock won't be a problem. I don't think he will, but just in case. Will you do that for me...?"
He was quiet as he looked over at her, lips pulled into a gentle pout. He licked his lips before pulling her closer again into his warm arms. "...yeah...I'll do anything for you..."
She grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him down, meeting his lips in a loving kiss. She smiled at him with a whisper. "Thank you…"
They were at the latest arena, ready to do a house show. Jeff Hardy was juggling oranges: and doing fairly well considering Bubba Ray had taught him a scant week ago. He smiled as he managed to keep all three going at once. Suddenly a fourth orange came into his midst, messing him all up. He dropped all four hearing them land on the floor in quick succession. He pouted, looking over at where Matt was grinning, eating an apple. "Damn it! Why'd you mess me up?!?"
"One, you're already messed up. Two, it's just apples and oranges my brother, apples and oranges." He grinned, nodding at the apple in hand.
Jeff started mumbling naughty things under his breath as he started picking up the aforementioned oranges. Matt smirked as he took another bite of the apple, looking up and waving at Jackie. She waved back with a nod. "Hey. Lita was looking for Paul. You seen him?"
"What?!?" Matt spat out pieces of apple, choking.
Jeff started helpfully beating on his brother's back with a smile as he looked at the shorter woman. "Why is she looking for him?"
Jackie shrugged. "No idea. Said she wanted to give him what he'd been asking for or something. I told Bradshaw to stay away from her but does he listen? Nooo, of course not! Just ignore Jackie, the only one that can keep track of the boy and looking out for his well being-"
Jeff waved a hand, effectively cutting off her mini tirade. "It's weird...she must have a good reason though."
"She better." Jackie stated, arms crossed over her chest as she started down the hallway again, pushing past people.
Jeff shared a glance with Matt who smirked.
Jackie knocked at the door, hands rested on her hips. The door swung open, showing a man she despised. He stepped back slightly a frown on his face. "What do YOU want?"
"I got a message jackass. Lita wants to see you."
"Oh she does, does she?" he smiled and even Jackie felt her stomach turn. "May I ask where?"
"Her dressing room." Jackie turned, taking a step before looking over her shoulder. "She said be there in ten minutes."
He smiled widely with a nod. "I'll most certainly be there for the beautiful lady."
Jackie refrained from rolling her eyes as she walked down the hallway, shaking her dark head. If ignorance were bliss, someone was certainly VERY happy...
Matt looked up at the knock at the door as he shoved Jeff into the small closet before pushing himself in as well. "We'll be here if you need us."
"I know." she whispered, pushing him into the closet with the slotted door. She smoothed out the outfit she was wearing: a sparkly red top with low-slung black leather slacks and black boots with a small heel. "Come in!"
The door opened and Paul Heyman stuck his head in with a grin before stepping inside the room and shutting the door back. "Lita! So good to see you again! I was told you wanted to see me and assumed you had rethought my proposition, which in my opinion-"
"That's right Paul...I thought all about that…proposition..." she stepped around the room, watching him as she came closer. "Would you like to know what I thought of it?"
"Absolutely!!"
She smiled slightly before swinging out and popping him in the jaw with her fist. His head snapped back and she swung her leg out kicking him in the stomach with a growl. The surprise was obvious as his face contorted into a grimace and then a frown.
"BROOOOCK!!!" he screamed, face an ugly shade of red.
Lita looked at the door before punching him right in the eye this time. "YOU STUPID SON OF A BITCH!!! JUST WHO IN THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!!?"
That nasty smile slid across his contorted face, as he looked her up and down. "I expect to be your man of course-"
She smacked him across the face, leaving yet another nasty red mark. "NEVER!! I PERSONALLY WILL MAKE SURE OF IT ASSHOLE!!"
"When Brock gets here he can beat you into submission which shouldn't be too hard-"
She kicked up, catching him in the face with the heel of her boot, slicing him open along his cheek. She leaned in close. "You mean IF Brock gets here, don't you?" she smirked as he lost his smile. "You've noticed Bradshaw isn't here…haven't you?" Unfortunately, he hadn't.
Brock looked up as he heard Paul screaming bloody murder. He quickly went to the door and stepped out; making his way down the hall towards the room it seemed to come from. He turned a corner and ran right into someone as solid as himself. He looked over, meeting the cool brown gaze of Bradshaw. The Texan stood in the hallway and looked like he'd have to forcibly moved if it came right down to it…
"Move Bradshaw."
He shook his head. "No can do. I was told to keep you out of the way and that's what I'm going to do."
Brock's eyes narrowed. "What are you talking about?"
He smirked. The man actually smirked at Brock. "Lita needed to talk to good old Paul about his big mouth."
Brock stood a moment, unsure what he should do…he kept hearing yelling and felt he SHOULD help…but on the other hand… He relaxed slightly. "Is she going to be all right?"
Bradshaw paused momentarily; genuinely surprised the other man seemed to care. "Why would you care?"
He chuckled humorlessly. "Just because I play the fool, doesn't mean I am one you know. I'd think YOU of all people would know when someone else is playing a role Bradshaw…" he shook his head. "Yes I'm worried. Aren't you?"
"Not really. She's a hellcat when she's mad."
"Maybe…"
"Trust me." He smirked. "And she's pissed at him right now."
"I would be too." He shrugged. "I just wouldn't want her to get hurt."
"Well…if things get too rough, the Hardy's are there."
"Really?"
"Yeah. Last I checked they were stuffing themselves into a broom closet or something."
He couldn't help the snort of laughter at that. "Oh, good. Why aren't you there though?"
"I'm the roadblock in case you decided to help out."
"I see…" he shrugged. "When Paul comes out we can make it look like we're fighting if you want."
"Sounds good to me." He smirked again as he leaned against the wall. "That's provided he'll be able to walk out."
Jeff pushed Matt over slightly, trying to see out the closet slats. "Scoot."
"What do you mean 'scoot'? Scoot yourself." He pushed back slightly, watching as Lita hit Paul with an uppercut that obviously knocked the man silly.
"Oooh, did you see that?!" Jeff whispered excitedly as he moved his head, watching as Lita absolutely laid into the man.
"Damn!" Matt looked on as she doubled the man over with an elbow to the back of his head.
Both cringed as she managed the final low blow, kneeing him so hard he probably wouldn't think of children anytime in the near future. Paul fell over, holding onto himself as he fell with a small cry. Lita stood over him, fist up and scowl on her face. She looked up as Jeff and Matt wedged themselves back out of the closet, looking down at the fallen man. "Damn girl."
She sniffed as she tossed her head back. "Please take this garbage out of my dressing room."
"Yes ma'am." Matt stated as he saluted, grabbing one leg, Jeff grabbing the other as they started towards the door, pulling him behind themselves.
They pulled him into the hallway and down the hall a ways before looking up and rolling him to the side. Jeff glanced up, seeing Bradshaw smiling and a shocked Brock across from him. "Lita's mean. Never piss her off. You're welcome to the carcass though."
"…thanks." Brock replied, looking on in wonder at his agent very much in pain. He shook his head, hauling him up over his should with a nod towards the other three men.
Bradshaw broke into a full-fledged grin as he shook his head. "I'm glad that's over."
"…I don't know for a fact, but I'm betting Heyman's glad it's over too…" Matt replied with a cringe.
Lita laughed as he spun her into the room, her smile as bright as the sun. As an after show treat, he took her out for some fun. They both changed and went out. She wanted to go to a club and then out to dinner. He booked a nice restaurant and they had a late dinner surrounded by fine china, soft music and candle glow and followed this with a club visit.
She had a ball the whole evening. She turned towards him again with a smile…she loved what he was wearing. The man went out of his way to look nice. He had on the black dress slacks and a silky black button down shirt to match. He smiled at her as he ran a hand through his dark hair. "Did you have fun?"
"Oh, absolutely! Thank you so much!" she replied brightly, wrapping him in a tight hug. She breathed in the scent of his aftershave, a soft smile touching her lips as she did so.
"You're welcome…" he looked at the top of her head, his fingers running down her wild, fiery hair. "You look beautiful tonight…"
She looked back up at him with a light blush. "Thank you…you look really nice too."
His finger traced down the strap of the silver slip dress she wore. The dress fell to mid-thigh in a shimmering silver material that sparkled as she moved. And on her feet were matching platform heels the same bright flash of silver. "You're an amazing woman…"
She felt his lips trail along her neck as his hands smoothed down the dress before gently tugging it back up over her curves, exposing her bare skin to the cool air of the hotel room. He pulled the dress off, tossing it in the general direction of the suitcases as he picked her up and laid her back on the bed, looking up at him. Her hair fell in a red ring around her face as she smiled back up at him.
Bradshaw stood, looking down at her, contemplating. He smiled slightly as his fingers trailed down her right leg, stopping at the small buckle of the silver shoe. He slowly unclasped the buckle, slipping the shoe off before doing the same for the other. His hands trailed up her legs as he sat over her, looking at her. She pouted slightly before smirking. "That's not fair."
"What's not-" he was pushed back to the large bed, Lita sitting over his waist as she smiled impishly.
"You're all dressed now. Can't have that." She smiled again as she went to work on the buttons of the shirt, the silk moving fluidly under her fingers. At each button she undid, she laid a gentle, teasing kiss on the bare skin there until she finally put an end to his suffering by undoing the last button, pushing the silk from his shoulders.
Her smile increased as she disposed of his boots, her fingers playfully trailing up his leg as she sat next to him. He was so sweet…her smile softened as she undid the clasp on his belt and then the button and zipper, tugging the slacks off his long legs. He breathed a sigh of relief before she tugged down the boxers too, her fingers gently playing over his erection. A low growl left the back of his throat as he looked at her. "You gonna play me the whole time?"
She pressed a quick kiss to his lips before pulling back, looking down at him. "Nope."
He cocked his head, looking at her a moment, question on his lips before he felt her hot mouth slide over him, surprise registering vividly in his expressive eyes. She kneeled down between his legs, looking up at him as her mouth wrecked havoc on his body. He watched her eyes glittering like jewels back at him as his fingers threaded through her hair, pulling her closer with another groan.
Lita continued her ministrations, maintaining eye contact as long as she could before his head rolled back slightly as she continued to taste and suck on his tender skin. Before she knew it, he flipped her onto her back and had removed her silver thong, his fingers between her legs. He didn't say a word before pushing into her, making her sigh. He moved rhythmically, slowly at first, wanting to watch her face. Although 'slow' wasn't working for him right that instant unfortunately.
She was crying for him…crying his name. He bent over, sharing a fervent kiss with her, still moving inside her. His speed increased as he felt her arms wrap around his neck and her legs around his waist. He liked the feeling over her body locking down on his, no other option in her opinion.
He continued moving, feeling her meet his thrusts, her body tightening around him. Her cries closer together, reaching a fevered pitch until she finally came, her release ushering in his own. His body emptied into her own, feeling her still reacting to his touch and movement. He fell to her side, panting, not wishing to hurt her under his weight.
Both were quiet for a moment, still reeling from their shared experience. His fingers came up, pushing back a lock of sweaty red hair from her face as he smiled at her. "You're my angel you know…"
She smiled back at him, pulling herself closer into his embrace as she met his warm brown eyes. "That's where you're wrong you know…because the way I see it, YOU are MY angel…"
End Chapter 10
End SeriesAuthor's Rambles~ Hello all! I know, long time coming on the update: its been finished for ages, I've just been lazy. :P Lol…anyway, first off, thank you VERY much to the folks that have been so very kind as to review this story!! I really appreciate your time spent reading! ;) And I hope you continue to read my fics. ^^ I've thought about a sequel for this and already started it…called 'Never a Lone Star': not sure when I'll post it though. ^^;; Let me know what you think! And thanks again! I appreciate it!