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 began "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, Lita, or any of the other WWE athletes I use in this fic. 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! Also, I do not claim to own the song, "It's not me, it's you" by The Starting Line. They are the broken hearted geniuses, not me!
Summery: Jeff, Lita and Matt reflect on their intergender 6 man tag team match at Fully Loaded, 2000.
Rating: PG-13. Some swearing present, and also sexual references.
TimeLine: 2000 - Fully Loaded.
Distribution: Just email me and let me know if you'd like to have it.
***
Lita knocked on the hotel room door.
She looked around the hotel hallway. It was quiet - almost eerily so. It was only just past six, so everyone was probably still in bed, asleep...
She turned back to the door, her hands placed on her hips. No answer.
She tucked a renegade strand of hair that fluttered in her face behind her ear. She knocked again, this time with slightly more force.
"Jeff?" She called softly through the door.
He was probably still sound asleep. She knew how much Jeff liked his sleep, and how much of a deep sleeper he was. She should probably just leave...
She knocked again.
"Jeff? Wake up, it's me."
Lita heard a door open behind her. She peeked over her shoulder, and saw Edge emerge from the room.
"Hey." She smiled at him brightly.
"Morning Red." He returned the smile, and walked over to her. "What are you doing?"
She sighed. "I did want to hang out with Jeff for a while... but he must still be asleep. He won't open the door."
Edge flashed a wicked grin her way, and reached for the door handle. Turning in slightly, the door swung open without hesitation.
Lita shot him a confused look.
"That's the great thing about Skittles...", Edge smiled as he walked towards the elevator, "... he doesn't even bother to lock his door at night."
Lita waved goodbye as the elevator doors closed, leaving her standing in the hallway by herself, outside Jeff Hardy's open door.
Entering the dark room, Lita noticed all the blinds were drawn. The hotel room was covered in a blanket of darkness.
As Lita continued to walk into the room, a sly smile appeared on her face. Her mind buzzed with different ideas of how she could wake Jeff up. Maybe she'd hold his nose, and cover his mouth so that he'd wake up gasping for air. Or maybe she'd tickle his feet slightly. Or maybe she'd draw on his face. Or she could...
As her eyes adjusted to the dark, Lita's smile fell. He wasn't in the bed. The covers were thrown onto the floor. She turned around, looking around the bedroom. Where was he? Then she saw the glow of light reflected onto the bedroom floor.
She glanced over towards the light. The bathroom door was ajar, light spilling out of the room and onto the bedroom floor. From the open door, she could hear the water running clearly.
Ah, this would be even more fun than trying to wake him up! The things she could do to him while he was in the shower... while he was vulnerable and unaware...Oooh! If only she had a video camera - this had the chance to be the ultimate blackmail tool!
Suddenly, a voice broke the room's silence. A voice that was singing with a southern drawl. Creeping slowly towards the bathroom, Lita couldn't help but smile as she listened to Jeff singing in the shower.
"Its not me its you, its all your fault. I'm the one who got screwed as a result. Tonight your with him, and I'm all alone. All by myself.."
The words echoed hauntingly in Lita's ears. She was frozen in her path, listening to him sing. His voice resounded in her head, with an almost hypnotic effect. He kept on singing, the words that he crooned touching Lita deeply. It was as if she had heard this song before. It was so familiar...
She was so focused on the words he was singing, and the soft, slow lilting of his voice, Lita didn't even notice when the water stopped falling.
Jeff entered the bedroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, water still dripping from his hair onto his shoulders and chest. He caught sight of Lita standing in the middle of his room.
"Li?" His brow furrowed. "What are you doing here so early?"
Lita, snapping back to reality, ignored his question and pointed at his hair.
"It's blue. And green. And.. purple."
He gave a small, half smile.
"I decided it was time for another colour change. What do you think?"
Lita's eyes trailed over Jeff. She started at his hair, taking in the newest colours. It was still dripping wet, beads of water falling onto his bare skin. The ends of his hair were formed into tiny, little ringlets like they always did when his hair was wet. Then her eyes fell to his face. His lips were set in a small, half smile and his eyes were shining with that energy that he always had, even though it was six o'clock in the morning.
It was as if Lita had no control over her eyes, as her gaze ran down Jeff's body - drinking in his appearance. Lita watched as a droplet of water fell from Jeff's hair onto his naked chest, and rolled downwards. Her gaze followed the droplet as it trailed it's way down his body, down into the towel where it was soaked up. She concentrated her gaze on his legs - eyes following every curve and muscle that she could see.
She felt her heart begin to beat harder, faster, at an almost rhythmical pace. Her mouth dried up, and her breath caught in her throat.
"Li? Come on, gimme an answer. What do you think?".
She'd seen Jeff like this many, many times before. She'd even seen him wearing less. So why did he have this effect on her now?
"Huh? Oh.. nice, Jeff. I think it looks very nice."
***
Jeff was worried about her.
She had a strange look in her eyes, like they were glazed over. Cloudy, foggy, unclear. When she spoke her sentences were short and simple. Very un-Lita like. Maybe she had hit her head during their match the other night. Maybe she had some type of head trauma! Holy Shit! He needed to get her to a doctor, or...
Wait a minute.
Why was she looking at him like that? All he'd asked her was what she thought about the hair colour. He knew she liked the red - she'd told him that herself - but surely the new colours didn't bring on this reaction.
He watched her. Watched as her eyes lingered on him. God, he loved her eyes. The beautiful, deep hazel colour that filled them. The way they could pierce deep into him - causing his heart to trip in his chest.
He realized that the both of them were just standing in the middle of his dark hotel room, staring at each other. Him, with only his towel tied around his waist. He made his way towards his suitcase.
"I'm just gonna get dressed. Did you and Matt wanna go anywhere in particular for breakfast?"
Lita shook her head. "I don't mind where we go. And Matt isn't here."
Immediately filled with worry, Jeff turned to her, alert.
"Where is he? Did anything happen?"
"Relax, Hardy." She giggled, and shook her head. He loved seeing her laugh. Even if she was laughing at him - it didn't matter. He just loved seeing her eyes light up like that, and her lips smooth into a gorgeous smile. "He just went for a walk. So I guess it's just you and me this morning."
Jeff had to stop himself from jumping up and shouting, "Oh Hell Yeah!" Anytime he spent near Lita was amazing and special, but when he had her all to himself.. it was like a dream come true. He was no longer the third wheel, the tag-a-long younger brother. He had her attention all to himself. He often felt selfish for feeling that way, but he couldn't help it. When Matt was around, he was always second best. Matt was her boyfriend, her one true love, her all - and he was just his little brother.
He managed to contain his urge to celebrate, and instead rolled his eyes dramatically. "Oh, great. I have to put up with you all morning." He shot a look her way, and smiled brightly.
She opened her mouth wide, in mock offence. He laughed, and returned his attention to his suitcase, bending down slightly to hunt through the piles of clothes inside.
The next thing he knew, he looked up and a pillow hit him directly in the face. He snapped up, looking at Lita with narrow eyes.
She stood on the opposite side of his bed, grinning widely. She held her hands up in the air, in a casual shrug.
"It wasn't me." She muttered with a stifled laugh.
"Oh, that's it - you're dead!"
Jeff scrambled onto the bed, and raced across it, lunging at Lita. She screamed in laughter as she ran from him. He chased her quickly, up and over the bed, until finally he seized her in his arms.
"Jeff!" She shrieked, as they both landed ontop of the bed. Jeff immediately reached for Lita's sides, tickling her ribs. He beamed mischieviously as she squealed.
"No! Jeff, stop!" She was panting heavily in between laughs and cries for him to stop.
Then she overpowered Jeff, and threw him onto his back.
"Ah HAH! Gotcha!" She smirked, gasping for breath as she kneeled over him.
"Yeah, right!" He grabbed her by the shoulders, and pinned her underneath him. He lay ontop of her, their faces inches from each other.
They were both breathing heavily from the activity, smiling widely at each other. Lita's hands were pushed against Jeff's heaving chest, and Jeff had her legs trapped under his.
As Jeff watched her staring up at him, a dazzling smile on her face and chest rising and falling underneath him, he realized exactly how much he wanted her at that very moment. He just wanted to kiss her, to feel her, to be inside her. All that was between them was some flimsy material. He wanted her so very much...
But he couldn't have her. He just couldn't. His smile faded, and he pushed himself off her.
Returning to his suitcase, he picked up a bright red shirt and some denim shorts. He tried desperately to clear his mind, and not to think about how good it felt to have her underneath him.
He turned to face her. She was still lying on his bed, her breath slowing now. His eyes trailed over every curve of her body. Her long, flaming hair was spread out on the bed, single strands lying on her face. She was lying on her back, but her head was turned to face him. God, how exquisite she looked there. Like a Goddess, lying on a cloud in the heavens.
No, he had to stop thinking like that. It was torture, knowing how much he wanted her, and knowing how very wrong it was.
"So, what do you want for breakfast?"
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 began "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, Lita, or any of the other WWE athletes I use in this fic. 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! Also, I do not claim to own the song, "It's not me, it's you" by The Starting Line. They are the broken hearted geniuses, not me!
Summery: Jeff, Lita and Matt reflect on their intergender 6 man tag team match at Fully Loaded, 2000.
Rating: PG-13. Some swearing present, and also sexual references.
TimeLine: 2000 - Fully Loaded.
Distribution: Just email me and let me know if you'd like to have it.
***
Lita knocked on the hotel room door.
She looked around the hotel hallway. It was quiet - almost eerily so. It was only just past six, so everyone was probably still in bed, asleep...
She turned back to the door, her hands placed on her hips. No answer.
She tucked a renegade strand of hair that fluttered in her face behind her ear. She knocked again, this time with slightly more force.
"Jeff?" She called softly through the door.
He was probably still sound asleep. She knew how much Jeff liked his sleep, and how much of a deep sleeper he was. She should probably just leave...
She knocked again.
"Jeff? Wake up, it's me."
Lita heard a door open behind her. She peeked over her shoulder, and saw Edge emerge from the room.
"Hey." She smiled at him brightly.
"Morning Red." He returned the smile, and walked over to her. "What are you doing?"
She sighed. "I did want to hang out with Jeff for a while... but he must still be asleep. He won't open the door."
Edge flashed a wicked grin her way, and reached for the door handle. Turning in slightly, the door swung open without hesitation.
Lita shot him a confused look.
"That's the great thing about Skittles...", Edge smiled as he walked towards the elevator, "... he doesn't even bother to lock his door at night."
Lita waved goodbye as the elevator doors closed, leaving her standing in the hallway by herself, outside Jeff Hardy's open door.
Entering the dark room, Lita noticed all the blinds were drawn. The hotel room was covered in a blanket of darkness.
As Lita continued to walk into the room, a sly smile appeared on her face. Her mind buzzed with different ideas of how she could wake Jeff up. Maybe she'd hold his nose, and cover his mouth so that he'd wake up gasping for air. Or maybe she'd tickle his feet slightly. Or maybe she'd draw on his face. Or she could...
As her eyes adjusted to the dark, Lita's smile fell. He wasn't in the bed. The covers were thrown onto the floor. She turned around, looking around the bedroom. Where was he? Then she saw the glow of light reflected onto the bedroom floor.
She glanced over towards the light. The bathroom door was ajar, light spilling out of the room and onto the bedroom floor. From the open door, she could hear the water running clearly.
Ah, this would be even more fun than trying to wake him up! The things she could do to him while he was in the shower... while he was vulnerable and unaware...Oooh! If only she had a video camera - this had the chance to be the ultimate blackmail tool!
Suddenly, a voice broke the room's silence. A voice that was singing with a southern drawl. Creeping slowly towards the bathroom, Lita couldn't help but smile as she listened to Jeff singing in the shower.
"Its not me its you, its all your fault. I'm the one who got screwed as a result. Tonight your with him, and I'm all alone. All by myself.."
The words echoed hauntingly in Lita's ears. She was frozen in her path, listening to him sing. His voice resounded in her head, with an almost hypnotic effect. He kept on singing, the words that he crooned touching Lita deeply. It was as if she had heard this song before. It was so familiar...
She was so focused on the words he was singing, and the soft, slow lilting of his voice, Lita didn't even notice when the water stopped falling.
Jeff entered the bedroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, water still dripping from his hair onto his shoulders and chest. He caught sight of Lita standing in the middle of his room.
"Li?" His brow furrowed. "What are you doing here so early?"
Lita, snapping back to reality, ignored his question and pointed at his hair.
"It's blue. And green. And.. purple."
He gave a small, half smile.
"I decided it was time for another colour change. What do you think?"
Lita's eyes trailed over Jeff. She started at his hair, taking in the newest colours. It was still dripping wet, beads of water falling onto his bare skin. The ends of his hair were formed into tiny, little ringlets like they always did when his hair was wet. Then her eyes fell to his face. His lips were set in a small, half smile and his eyes were shining with that energy that he always had, even though it was six o'clock in the morning.
It was as if Lita had no control over her eyes, as her gaze ran down Jeff's body - drinking in his appearance. Lita watched as a droplet of water fell from Jeff's hair onto his naked chest, and rolled downwards. Her gaze followed the droplet as it trailed it's way down his body, down into the towel where it was soaked up. She concentrated her gaze on his legs - eyes following every curve and muscle that she could see.
She felt her heart begin to beat harder, faster, at an almost rhythmical pace. Her mouth dried up, and her breath caught in her throat.
"Li? Come on, gimme an answer. What do you think?".
She'd seen Jeff like this many, many times before. She'd even seen him wearing less. So why did he have this effect on her now?
"Huh? Oh.. nice, Jeff. I think it looks very nice."
***
Jeff was worried about her.
She had a strange look in her eyes, like they were glazed over. Cloudy, foggy, unclear. When she spoke her sentences were short and simple. Very un-Lita like. Maybe she had hit her head during their match the other night. Maybe she had some type of head trauma! Holy Shit! He needed to get her to a doctor, or...
Wait a minute.
Why was she looking at him like that? All he'd asked her was what she thought about the hair colour. He knew she liked the red - she'd told him that herself - but surely the new colours didn't bring on this reaction.
He watched her. Watched as her eyes lingered on him. God, he loved her eyes. The beautiful, deep hazel colour that filled them. The way they could pierce deep into him - causing his heart to trip in his chest.
He realized that the both of them were just standing in the middle of his dark hotel room, staring at each other. Him, with only his towel tied around his waist. He made his way towards his suitcase.
"I'm just gonna get dressed. Did you and Matt wanna go anywhere in particular for breakfast?"
Lita shook her head. "I don't mind where we go. And Matt isn't here."
Immediately filled with worry, Jeff turned to her, alert.
"Where is he? Did anything happen?"
"Relax, Hardy." She giggled, and shook her head. He loved seeing her laugh. Even if she was laughing at him - it didn't matter. He just loved seeing her eyes light up like that, and her lips smooth into a gorgeous smile. "He just went for a walk. So I guess it's just you and me this morning."
Jeff had to stop himself from jumping up and shouting, "Oh Hell Yeah!" Anytime he spent near Lita was amazing and special, but when he had her all to himself.. it was like a dream come true. He was no longer the third wheel, the tag-a-long younger brother. He had her attention all to himself. He often felt selfish for feeling that way, but he couldn't help it. When Matt was around, he was always second best. Matt was her boyfriend, her one true love, her all - and he was just his little brother.
He managed to contain his urge to celebrate, and instead rolled his eyes dramatically. "Oh, great. I have to put up with you all morning." He shot a look her way, and smiled brightly.
She opened her mouth wide, in mock offence. He laughed, and returned his attention to his suitcase, bending down slightly to hunt through the piles of clothes inside.
The next thing he knew, he looked up and a pillow hit him directly in the face. He snapped up, looking at Lita with narrow eyes.
She stood on the opposite side of his bed, grinning widely. She held her hands up in the air, in a casual shrug.
"It wasn't me." She muttered with a stifled laugh.
"Oh, that's it - you're dead!"
Jeff scrambled onto the bed, and raced across it, lunging at Lita. She screamed in laughter as she ran from him. He chased her quickly, up and over the bed, until finally he seized her in his arms.
"Jeff!" She shrieked, as they both landed ontop of the bed. Jeff immediately reached for Lita's sides, tickling her ribs. He beamed mischieviously as she squealed.
"No! Jeff, stop!" She was panting heavily in between laughs and cries for him to stop.
Then she overpowered Jeff, and threw him onto his back.
"Ah HAH! Gotcha!" She smirked, gasping for breath as she kneeled over him.
"Yeah, right!" He grabbed her by the shoulders, and pinned her underneath him. He lay ontop of her, their faces inches from each other.
They were both breathing heavily from the activity, smiling widely at each other. Lita's hands were pushed against Jeff's heaving chest, and Jeff had her legs trapped under his.
As Jeff watched her staring up at him, a dazzling smile on her face and chest rising and falling underneath him, he realized exactly how much he wanted her at that very moment. He just wanted to kiss her, to feel her, to be inside her. All that was between them was some flimsy material. He wanted her so very much...
But he couldn't have her. He just couldn't. His smile faded, and he pushed himself off her.
Returning to his suitcase, he picked up a bright red shirt and some denim shorts. He tried desperately to clear his mind, and not to think about how good it felt to have her underneath him.
He turned to face her. She was still lying on his bed, her breath slowing now. His eyes trailed over every curve of her body. Her long, flaming hair was spread out on the bed, single strands lying on her face. She was lying on her back, but her head was turned to face him. God, how exquisite she looked there. Like a Goddess, lying on a cloud in the heavens.
No, he had to stop thinking like that. It was torture, knowing how much he wanted her, and knowing how very wrong it was.
"So, what do you want for breakfast?"