Title: Fully Loaded, 2000.
Author: Jadedvixen. (email: penrithpanther_03@yahoo.com.au)
Author's Note: This is my first WWE fanfic - and I'm pretty proud of it! ^_^ The only thing I need to comment on is the timeline is slightly muffled.. I know Lita and Matt begun "dating" early 2001. But in this fic, they were already seeing each other during the time of this match.
Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own Jeff or Lita. Vince McMahon does. If it were me, you could bet that they would be together already! Or.. I'd just take Jeff for myself. Either way - I'd be happy!
Summery: Jeff, Lita and Matt reflect on their intergender 6 man tag team match at Fully Loaded, 2000.
Rating: Mmm.. probably PG to be on the safe side. Light swearing.
TimeLine: 2000 - Fully Loaded.
Distribution: Just email me and let me know if you'd like to have it.
***
He thinks that I don't see the way he looks at her.
He thinks that I don't notice when he sits there; staring at her, studying her, drinking her in with his eyes. He thinks that I don't notice when he lingers as they hug. He thinks I don't notice when he breathes in her scent whenever he's close to her. He thinks that I'm oblivious to his desire for her.
He must think I'm a complete idiot.
I see it all. I see everything. The looks, the lingering hugs and touches... everything. I see it all.
It's late now. I turn my head slightly to the left of me, and get a glimpse at the clock sitting on the bedside table. 1:43 am. The hotel room is dark, lighted by only a single lamp next to me. Sighing at my insomnia, I turn back to my right, and trail my eyes over Lita.
She's lying next to me, sleeping soundly. Her gorgeous, fiery red hair is spread over the pillow. Softly, I run my fingers through a few strands. It's soft, and silky... but then again it always feels that way. I lean down and plant a kiss on her bare shoulder.
Last night's match was a great one. The crowd cheered loudly as we entered the ring, and they applauded when we pulled off a move, and gasped when we got hurt. Everything went off without a hitch - exactly according to script.
That is, everything besides Jeff.
The stupid moron. He ran into the ring when he wasn't supposed to. Trying to save her, I guess. Hah, if only he knew her like I did... he'd know that she doesn't like to be saved. Ever. She'd rather face a beast like Albert alone, than have to be saved by a man.
I improvised though. I ran into the ring after him. It wouldn't look right if I stayed behind the ropes while he saved her, would it?
The rest of the match went fine. Jeff had to remind me to tag Lita in towards the end of the match. I guess I just got so hyped up - so caught up in the match that I just forgot what I was supposed to do next. No big deal though. I asked the crowd if they wanted to see her in - they loved that - and then she finished the job, pinning Trish for the three count.
Unfortunately, Lita had to go through a hellish beating by Trish after the match was over. Trish had to whip Lita across her bruised back with a belt. I tell ya, it wasn't fun laying on the floor, listening to her scream like she did. But I waited until I was supposed to get up, then I chased Test off.
The script called for Jeff to stand at the ropes, leaning over the top and threatening Trish, Test and Albert as they walked backstage. But Jeff being the impulsive idiot that he is, decided he'd rather stay by Lita's side. Which, by the way, was what I was supposed to be doing. Whatever. I wasn't going to spoil the feud we had going here. There needed to be fire. So I took his place, threatening and trash talking to the other three superstars. I'd be damned if we were going to lose some of the spark in this feud just because Jeff couldn't be bothered playing his part.
Then he has the nerve to roll her out the ring, and begin walking up the ramp without me. As if I was going to let him hold her like that! I rushed out the ring, and touched her arm gently. I gripped it firmly, and she turned to me, and I held her close to me.
As we walked up the ramp, I shot a glance backward at Jeff. He was giving some fans high five's, saluting to the crowd - all the kind of childish stuff he usually does. I returned my gaze infront of me, my hands linked with hers as we continued backstage.
My thoughts on last night's events are interrupted by Lita stirring in her sleep. She opens one eye, and sleepily looks at me.
"Are you still awake, Hardy?" She whispers softly, in that bedtime voice that drives me crazy.
I smirk slightly. "Yeah. Can't get to sleep."
She closes the single eye, and smiles at me. She runs her hand over my chest, and grips me tightly.
"I'd stay up with you - but I'm pretty much dead after the match..."
"It's alright. You just go to sleep."
She tilts her head up, and kisses me softly on the lips. Then she places her head on my chest, and within minutes, has fallen asleep again.
My thumbs runs gently over the back of her neck, as my thoughts consume me once more. I can still taste her on my lips, and as I look down on her sleeping figure, I think about how I'll get to fall asleep with her in my arms, and wake up beside her. I think about how I've been doing that for the last year, and how I'll be doing it for years to come.
Jeff will never get to see her fall asleep in his arms, or wake up to be greeted by her face. He'll never know what it feels like to taste her on his lips, or run his fingers through her hair while she's asleep. He'll never know.
I close my eyes, satisfied with my realisation.
He'll never have her.
Author: Jadedvixen. (email: penrithpanther_03@yahoo.com.au)
Author's Note: This is my first WWE fanfic - and I'm pretty proud of it! ^_^ The only thing I need to comment on is the timeline is slightly muffled.. I know Lita and Matt begun "dating" early 2001. But in this fic, they were already seeing each other during the time of this match.
Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own Jeff or Lita. Vince McMahon does. If it were me, you could bet that they would be together already! Or.. I'd just take Jeff for myself. Either way - I'd be happy!
Summery: Jeff, Lita and Matt reflect on their intergender 6 man tag team match at Fully Loaded, 2000.
Rating: Mmm.. probably PG to be on the safe side. Light swearing.
TimeLine: 2000 - Fully Loaded.
Distribution: Just email me and let me know if you'd like to have it.
***
He thinks that I don't see the way he looks at her.
He thinks that I don't notice when he sits there; staring at her, studying her, drinking her in with his eyes. He thinks that I don't notice when he lingers as they hug. He thinks I don't notice when he breathes in her scent whenever he's close to her. He thinks that I'm oblivious to his desire for her.
He must think I'm a complete idiot.
I see it all. I see everything. The looks, the lingering hugs and touches... everything. I see it all.
It's late now. I turn my head slightly to the left of me, and get a glimpse at the clock sitting on the bedside table. 1:43 am. The hotel room is dark, lighted by only a single lamp next to me. Sighing at my insomnia, I turn back to my right, and trail my eyes over Lita.
She's lying next to me, sleeping soundly. Her gorgeous, fiery red hair is spread over the pillow. Softly, I run my fingers through a few strands. It's soft, and silky... but then again it always feels that way. I lean down and plant a kiss on her bare shoulder.
Last night's match was a great one. The crowd cheered loudly as we entered the ring, and they applauded when we pulled off a move, and gasped when we got hurt. Everything went off without a hitch - exactly according to script.
That is, everything besides Jeff.
The stupid moron. He ran into the ring when he wasn't supposed to. Trying to save her, I guess. Hah, if only he knew her like I did... he'd know that she doesn't like to be saved. Ever. She'd rather face a beast like Albert alone, than have to be saved by a man.
I improvised though. I ran into the ring after him. It wouldn't look right if I stayed behind the ropes while he saved her, would it?
The rest of the match went fine. Jeff had to remind me to tag Lita in towards the end of the match. I guess I just got so hyped up - so caught up in the match that I just forgot what I was supposed to do next. No big deal though. I asked the crowd if they wanted to see her in - they loved that - and then she finished the job, pinning Trish for the three count.
Unfortunately, Lita had to go through a hellish beating by Trish after the match was over. Trish had to whip Lita across her bruised back with a belt. I tell ya, it wasn't fun laying on the floor, listening to her scream like she did. But I waited until I was supposed to get up, then I chased Test off.
The script called for Jeff to stand at the ropes, leaning over the top and threatening Trish, Test and Albert as they walked backstage. But Jeff being the impulsive idiot that he is, decided he'd rather stay by Lita's side. Which, by the way, was what I was supposed to be doing. Whatever. I wasn't going to spoil the feud we had going here. There needed to be fire. So I took his place, threatening and trash talking to the other three superstars. I'd be damned if we were going to lose some of the spark in this feud just because Jeff couldn't be bothered playing his part.
Then he has the nerve to roll her out the ring, and begin walking up the ramp without me. As if I was going to let him hold her like that! I rushed out the ring, and touched her arm gently. I gripped it firmly, and she turned to me, and I held her close to me.
As we walked up the ramp, I shot a glance backward at Jeff. He was giving some fans high five's, saluting to the crowd - all the kind of childish stuff he usually does. I returned my gaze infront of me, my hands linked with hers as we continued backstage.
My thoughts on last night's events are interrupted by Lita stirring in her sleep. She opens one eye, and sleepily looks at me.
"Are you still awake, Hardy?" She whispers softly, in that bedtime voice that drives me crazy.
I smirk slightly. "Yeah. Can't get to sleep."
She closes the single eye, and smiles at me. She runs her hand over my chest, and grips me tightly.
"I'd stay up with you - but I'm pretty much dead after the match..."
"It's alright. You just go to sleep."
She tilts her head up, and kisses me softly on the lips. Then she places her head on my chest, and within minutes, has fallen asleep again.
My thumbs runs gently over the back of her neck, as my thoughts consume me once more. I can still taste her on my lips, and as I look down on her sleeping figure, I think about how I'll get to fall asleep with her in my arms, and wake up beside her. I think about how I've been doing that for the last year, and how I'll be doing it for years to come.
Jeff will never get to see her fall asleep in his arms, or wake up to be greeted by her face. He'll never know what it feels like to taste her on his lips, or run his fingers through her hair while she's asleep. He'll never know.
I close my eyes, satisfied with my realisation.
He'll never have her.