Never Again
Disclaimer: All the WWE Superstars I have used, belong to the WWE. But I want to own Lita and Jeff Hardy :P, the poem is writtin by me not Jeff
Author:dawniesummers@hotmail.com
Timeline: After Lita returns in 2003.
Summary: Lita falls in love with Jeff Hardy, the brother of the man she is currently dating. When Vince decides to reniute the Hardyz on the RAW brand,
things get more complicated. Also an face from the past stirs up trouble for Lita.
Rating: R for sexual innduedo, and swearing.
Chapter 2
Amy Dumas opened her locker room door, no one was there, somethings Torrie Wilson or Dawn Marie would be there, waiting her for a talk or go over match ideas. But it was quite and empty,
Amy thoughts were still filled with Jeff goodness, she undressed rather quickly, turning on the hot water tap for a shower. Bang. She froze. Turning off the tap, poking her head out of the shower.
"Hello? Anyone there?" she shruged and went back into the shower.
"Its her sir," a mid-30 man said, pulling close Amy Dumas's door.
"Are you sure?" a simlar man questioned him, his short, cropped hair, spiked.
"I am posstive, no one has curves like that," he grinned.
"Excuse me, thats my girfriend you talking about Lucas," the man seemly in charge pulled Lucas close up to his face.
"I am sorry Jamie, I just thought you should know it was her, her," Lucas babbled.
"Shut up!" Jamie gritted his teeth. "Will wait in the parking lot, come on,"
Both men walked down the halls, lying in wait for Amy.
She finally finshed in the shower, blow drying her hair, dressing in a tight tee-shirt, low cut hip hugger jeans. She packed her her belongings quickly, it was getting major cold today, it
snowed yesterday, leaving a covering of the grounds outside. She turned off all the lights in her locker room, closing the door behind her. She started to walk down towards the parking lot,
when a voices called after her.
"Wait up girl, jeez we have be calling after you for a minute whats up?" it was Adam and Christian.
"Sorry, I must of spaced, ooo how'd you match go?" Amy asked, she had pulled the sleeves of her tee shirt over her hands.
Both of the tall men crinkled their noses. "Don't lie to us Ames, we can tell when something is bothering you its like a sixth sense," Adam said putting a arm around Amy's shoulders, leading her to sit down.
Christian followed, both of the men sat down next to her, looking at her, waiting for her to explain.
"I hate when you do that," Amy pouted, a tear escaped her eyes. She wiped them quickly. "Its, its, Matt and I, I don't think its gonna work,"
"Why? You two seemed to be the perfect couple earlier, smiling and such," Christian questioned, resting a hand on hers.
"Its just, I think I am in love with someone else," she explained, more tears came.
"Oh, well thats a problem, well if you don't love Matt, you have too tell him, the longer it goes on, the worser it will get, trust me, I have been there done that, got the t-shirt. I am now with
Trish, and I am the happist man alive," Adam said smiling.
"I know your right Ad. Thank you," Amy wiped her tears, sqeezing both Ad and Chris's hands.
"Adam! There you are, I was looking for you all over," Trish was standing a few meters down the hall. She smiled her sexy smile.
"You better go, looks like you got a big night ahead of you," Amy winked.
Laughing Adam winked back at Lita, whispering "You going to be ok? I have my cell on all night if you want me, k?"
"Same with me, I just got a date with a tv remote and Brock the dog," Christian smiled.
The trio burst out laughing. "Alright, thanks you guys, take care," Amy said walking back down towards the parking lot. Christian follow suit, leaving Trish and Adam alone.
The young Adam and Trish were left alone, she seductivly pounced on him.
"Right here Trisha? With lots of people here?" Adam, broke the kiss.
Trish pushed open Lita locker room. "Problem solved," she pulled him into the room, kissing.
Lita walked threw the parking lot, Jeff usually parked across near the exit, so she had to walk quite far.
"Well well, looky who we have here then, Amy?" a cool voice called her from behind.
She froze. She instantly knew who it was. Jamie. Her ex husband.
"What are you, you doing here?" Amy said, her bag dropped to the floor.
"Well looking for you sugar, ever since you left me 6 years ago, it broke my heart," Jamie put his hand over his heart.
"What heart? Your a cold hearted bastard," Amy retored shivering.
"Well ain't that nice, all these years of searching and this is what you give me?" Jamie stepped forward reaching his arms out. Amy stepped back bumping into something large. She twirled
around, strong arms gripped around her arms and waist.
"Lucas! Let me go," she cried. Jamie put a hand over her mouth.
"This won't hurt a bit," Jamie taunted.
"Matt? Are you here?" Torrie Wilson shouted out in Matt Hardys locker room.
"I am here? Who wants me?" Matt Hardy came out with just his underwear on. Torrie blushed.
"I was just wondering how you are, you took a stiff shot out there tonight," she looked to his face, his eye was black.
"Yea, black eye never hurt anyone, hey have you seen Amy?"
"Yea she left about 5 minutes ago," Torrie closed the door as she stepped closer to Matt.
His face fell. "She does of that lately, shes been pretty distant past few weeks,"
"Matt? Want to talk about it? I am here you know that right?" Torrie stroked his face and rested the hand on his bare leg.
"Thanks Torrie. Its just that, I don't love her, y'know? Like I have been with her for about half a year now, someway along that way, you should feel a spark along the way, but I never felt
that," he spilled his heart out to her.
She cupped his face "Its going to be ok, your going to find mrs right, she might be right in front of you and you never knew it," she smiled at him hopefully.
He smiled back. He inched closer to her, there lips meet in a slow kiss. They parted but lent on each others forehead.
"We shouldn't, not like this," Matt whispered, kissing her deeper, hungry for her.
"God I love you so much Matt," Torrie moaned in his mouth, as she explored his mouth with her tongue. He did the same, he gently placed his hands on her small hips, undoing the zip on her skirt,
contining kissing as he pulled the skirt off and tosed it aside, he then rubed her back up and down, gently pushing down her straps of her gypsy top. it fell to the floor. Matt kissed down her
coller bone, she moaned, pulling down his boxer pants, revealing his impressive man hood. He unhooked her bra, her breasts rubbing up and down his hairy chest, he pulled down her
knickers, she kicked them aside. Matt and Torrie were completing naked by now. He picked her up, her legs wrapping around his waist, gently easing into her opening, they slowly made love
against a locker.
Matt felt gulity, he had just made love to Torrie, not his girlfriend Amy. Torrie lay on his chest sleeping soundling. His hand went to his head, pinching his nose. Love making
with Amy was never this passionate, because no love was there to exchange. But this was different, deep down in his heart he felt something for Torrie. Maybe it was
true love at last.
Disclaimer: All the WWE Superstars I have used, belong to the WWE. But I want to own Lita and Jeff Hardy :P, the poem is writtin by me not Jeff
Author:dawniesummers@hotmail.com
Timeline: After Lita returns in 2003.
Summary: Lita falls in love with Jeff Hardy, the brother of the man she is currently dating. When Vince decides to reniute the Hardyz on the RAW brand,
things get more complicated. Also an face from the past stirs up trouble for Lita.
Rating: R for sexual innduedo, and swearing.
Chapter 2
Amy Dumas opened her locker room door, no one was there, somethings Torrie Wilson or Dawn Marie would be there, waiting her for a talk or go over match ideas. But it was quite and empty,
Amy thoughts were still filled with Jeff goodness, she undressed rather quickly, turning on the hot water tap for a shower. Bang. She froze. Turning off the tap, poking her head out of the shower.
"Hello? Anyone there?" she shruged and went back into the shower.
"Its her sir," a mid-30 man said, pulling close Amy Dumas's door.
"Are you sure?" a simlar man questioned him, his short, cropped hair, spiked.
"I am posstive, no one has curves like that," he grinned.
"Excuse me, thats my girfriend you talking about Lucas," the man seemly in charge pulled Lucas close up to his face.
"I am sorry Jamie, I just thought you should know it was her, her," Lucas babbled.
"Shut up!" Jamie gritted his teeth. "Will wait in the parking lot, come on,"
Both men walked down the halls, lying in wait for Amy.
She finally finshed in the shower, blow drying her hair, dressing in a tight tee-shirt, low cut hip hugger jeans. She packed her her belongings quickly, it was getting major cold today, it
snowed yesterday, leaving a covering of the grounds outside. She turned off all the lights in her locker room, closing the door behind her. She started to walk down towards the parking lot,
when a voices called after her.
"Wait up girl, jeez we have be calling after you for a minute whats up?" it was Adam and Christian.
"Sorry, I must of spaced, ooo how'd you match go?" Amy asked, she had pulled the sleeves of her tee shirt over her hands.
Both of the tall men crinkled their noses. "Don't lie to us Ames, we can tell when something is bothering you its like a sixth sense," Adam said putting a arm around Amy's shoulders, leading her to sit down.
Christian followed, both of the men sat down next to her, looking at her, waiting for her to explain.
"I hate when you do that," Amy pouted, a tear escaped her eyes. She wiped them quickly. "Its, its, Matt and I, I don't think its gonna work,"
"Why? You two seemed to be the perfect couple earlier, smiling and such," Christian questioned, resting a hand on hers.
"Its just, I think I am in love with someone else," she explained, more tears came.
"Oh, well thats a problem, well if you don't love Matt, you have too tell him, the longer it goes on, the worser it will get, trust me, I have been there done that, got the t-shirt. I am now with
Trish, and I am the happist man alive," Adam said smiling.
"I know your right Ad. Thank you," Amy wiped her tears, sqeezing both Ad and Chris's hands.
"Adam! There you are, I was looking for you all over," Trish was standing a few meters down the hall. She smiled her sexy smile.
"You better go, looks like you got a big night ahead of you," Amy winked.
Laughing Adam winked back at Lita, whispering "You going to be ok? I have my cell on all night if you want me, k?"
"Same with me, I just got a date with a tv remote and Brock the dog," Christian smiled.
The trio burst out laughing. "Alright, thanks you guys, take care," Amy said walking back down towards the parking lot. Christian follow suit, leaving Trish and Adam alone.
The young Adam and Trish were left alone, she seductivly pounced on him.
"Right here Trisha? With lots of people here?" Adam, broke the kiss.
Trish pushed open Lita locker room. "Problem solved," she pulled him into the room, kissing.
Lita walked threw the parking lot, Jeff usually parked across near the exit, so she had to walk quite far.
"Well well, looky who we have here then, Amy?" a cool voice called her from behind.
She froze. She instantly knew who it was. Jamie. Her ex husband.
"What are you, you doing here?" Amy said, her bag dropped to the floor.
"Well looking for you sugar, ever since you left me 6 years ago, it broke my heart," Jamie put his hand over his heart.
"What heart? Your a cold hearted bastard," Amy retored shivering.
"Well ain't that nice, all these years of searching and this is what you give me?" Jamie stepped forward reaching his arms out. Amy stepped back bumping into something large. She twirled
around, strong arms gripped around her arms and waist.
"Lucas! Let me go," she cried. Jamie put a hand over her mouth.
"This won't hurt a bit," Jamie taunted.
"Matt? Are you here?" Torrie Wilson shouted out in Matt Hardys locker room.
"I am here? Who wants me?" Matt Hardy came out with just his underwear on. Torrie blushed.
"I was just wondering how you are, you took a stiff shot out there tonight," she looked to his face, his eye was black.
"Yea, black eye never hurt anyone, hey have you seen Amy?"
"Yea she left about 5 minutes ago," Torrie closed the door as she stepped closer to Matt.
His face fell. "She does of that lately, shes been pretty distant past few weeks,"
"Matt? Want to talk about it? I am here you know that right?" Torrie stroked his face and rested the hand on his bare leg.
"Thanks Torrie. Its just that, I don't love her, y'know? Like I have been with her for about half a year now, someway along that way, you should feel a spark along the way, but I never felt
that," he spilled his heart out to her.
She cupped his face "Its going to be ok, your going to find mrs right, she might be right in front of you and you never knew it," she smiled at him hopefully.
He smiled back. He inched closer to her, there lips meet in a slow kiss. They parted but lent on each others forehead.
"We shouldn't, not like this," Matt whispered, kissing her deeper, hungry for her.
"God I love you so much Matt," Torrie moaned in his mouth, as she explored his mouth with her tongue. He did the same, he gently placed his hands on her small hips, undoing the zip on her skirt,
contining kissing as he pulled the skirt off and tosed it aside, he then rubed her back up and down, gently pushing down her straps of her gypsy top. it fell to the floor. Matt kissed down her
coller bone, she moaned, pulling down his boxer pants, revealing his impressive man hood. He unhooked her bra, her breasts rubbing up and down his hairy chest, he pulled down her
knickers, she kicked them aside. Matt and Torrie were completing naked by now. He picked her up, her legs wrapping around his waist, gently easing into her opening, they slowly made love
against a locker.
Matt felt gulity, he had just made love to Torrie, not his girlfriend Amy. Torrie lay on his chest sleeping soundling. His hand went to his head, pinching his nose. Love making
with Amy was never this passionate, because no love was there to exchange. But this was different, deep down in his heart he felt something for Torrie. Maybe it was
true love at last.