Title: Everything I Do
Author: Crimson Coin
Crimson_Coin@yahoo.com
Note: Humour me. The draft ended with a different one then exists in this story. And certain people are not injured, out of commission, or anything else one wants to call it.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Absolutely Nothing. The WWE got them.
Spoilers: Unknown as of yet, however, if you don't watch wrestling, you probably won't be reading this.
Summery: I'm really bad at these so let's just say there are wrestlers and outstanding situations that usually have them getting screwed. (Definition of screwed is also still pending.)
Rating: I have no clue. PG13 to R…it'll depend on my mood during the writing and definite adult situations in later chapters. But should not be read by children, furry animals, The Jedi Council, or the Elderly, as it may invoke a heart attack; loss of the Force, Schwartz, hair, sanity…you get the picture.
TimeLine: Definate March 2003
Distribution: Just ask
Pointless rambling concluded…on with the story.
It was late; so late that the clerk at the hotel desk seemed to have dosed off. Matt, Trish and Jeff walked up the stairs. At the second floor, Matt and Trish split off and headed towards their room, while Jeff continued up one more flight of stairs. He looked down at the redhead in his arms. She curled into his chest, her arms instinctively holding onto him. He reached the third/top level, turned and backed through the door, so as not to wake the sleeping woman in his arms. She stirred slightly at the jolt but easily settled back against him.
"Now this is going to be interesting." Jeff said as he approached the door, completely aware that accessing the key card in his pocket would be next to impossible without disturbing Lita.
Now what was that? His leg…the pocket, and up came Lita's hand with the keycard in it. "Is this what you need?" She said smugly, but still keeping her eyes closed.
"And how long have we been awake?"
Lita shifted out of his arms, standing now on her own. "Long enough to truly enjoy the doorstep delivery service."
He slid the key through the door and shot her a glance. "Uh huh."
She followed him in and turned on the light. "But your heart seemed so contented on your job, I just couldn't object." He flopped down on the bed and somehow managed to kick off his shoes before his back hit the mattress. She smiled. "Just make yourself at home."
The younger Hardy brother lifted his arms over his head, bending at the elbows so his hands acted as a self-made pillow. "That's always the plan, Red."
She rolled her eyes, then. "Yeah, well, I'm going to go change. I'll be right back." She walked to the bathroom and closed the door behind.
Jeff exhaled. Jesus, she could really work him up. Now all he had to do was calm down so she didn't notice how worked up she could actually get him. He rolled off the bed and clumsily let himself fall to the floor with a thud.
"Jeff," she called from the bathroom. "If you insist on rolling off the bed like you always do, could you please try to bounce. The 'thud' is always assaulting to those beneath us."
He smiled, knowing she was probably smiling in there too. He slowly walked towards the floor to ceiling sliding glass door and opened it. Fresh air. Yes, Fresh air would help.
"Sweet Jesus." He cursed as he quickly closed the door. Needless to say Calgary, Alberta on a March night is a Nuclear winter. He shrugged, quickly opened the door, stepped out and closed it behind him. If a cold shower was out of the question, then an arctic blast should certainly do the trick. But one thing he didn't realize, the cold is nice now…but he was too preoccupied to have heard the auto lock system on the balcony door.
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Lita glanced at herself in the mirror. She tilted her head left then right, stretching her neck. She ran her fingers through her hair. "You know, a shower would be nice right about now." She said to herself. Lita pulled her shirt over her head and wiggled out of her jeans. She let her lingerie drop to the floor then turned on the shower.
She stepped in, allowing the water to beat against her face and chest. It felt good, soothing. After such a busy day and with all the excitement, it's nice to just let go and relax.
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Jeff rhythmically tapped his fingers on the railing. He knew no good could come of this situation. He's in love with his best friend and now he's spending the night with her in a hotel room with only one bed. He wouldn't do anything. In his mind he knew he couldn't betray what they have by doing anything. Yes, he trusted his head. His body, on the other hand, is a different story. He looked to the sky, only to have two drops hit him on the forehead.
"That's right." He taunted the sky. "God would piss on my head now."
And as if taking a cue, the sky opened, and the downpour began. "Maybe I should've rephrased that." Jeff quickly turned to get out of the rain, but the door's locked. He couldn't remember locking it. He pulled again, no use. The door wouldn't budge, and he really didn't like the idea of picking up the tab for breaking back in. Despite the bitter cold and the freezing rain, he decided to wait for Lita to come out. He was already shivering; tee shirt, jeans, but barefoot. 'Damn, Li, hurry up.' He thought as he rubbed his arms with his hands.
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She stepped out of shower and dried off. As she scratched the excess water from her hair, she smiled. God, had she needed that. Every once in a while, a girl needed a thirty-minute shower to relax. She pulled up her sweat pants, jumping so they could slide over her hips. She picked up her sports bra and tee shirt and pulled them over her head. Lita placed her hand over the doorknob, taking one last turn to inspect the bathroom before she left. Satisfied that the bathroom was in good condition, she flicked the switch and walked out.
"Jeff?" she called. Where is he? She glanced around the room. "Jeff."
She walked further into the room and noticed the drawn shades. It was pouring outside; he couldn't be out there. But where else could he be? She opened the door and outside she saw Jeff huddled on the ground, his arms wrapped around his legs. "Oh God, Jeff!" Lita ran to his side and helped him stand. He leaned against her as she slowly led him back into the room. "How long have you been out there?"
"Si…Si…Since you've be…be…been in the ba…ba…ba…bathroom." He stuttered.
Lita took him to the bed and forced him to lie down. His clothes were soaked through and his skin had already begun to turn blue. "Come here." She demanded as she sat him up and took off his shirt. His shivers worsened. She ran to the other side of the room and grabbed an old pair of sweatpants from his bag. When she returned his eyes locked on hers. "We have to get you out of these wet clothes." She explained as she ripped his jeans off, then quickly pulled the dry sweats up, him lifting his hips off the bed to make it easier.
His teeth chattered. "Th…th…thanks."
Lita smiled at him as she pulled down the covers and quickly put them over his shivering body. She sat on the bed next to him, rubbing his leg. "Alright. How's that?"
"It's co…co…colder then eveeerrrrrrrrrrrrr."
After a few minutes he looked worse. His color continued to fade and even the entire room seemed to be getting colder. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as his teeth chattered together. "Jeff." Lita said, standing up to look at the young man's face. She brushed a hand down his cheek. My God, he's still freezing. She shook his shoulders. "Jeff, look at me. Come on, babe…look at me. Can you open your eyes?"
"Sooooo cooooooooold." He managed to say but still couldn't stop shaking or even look at her.
Lita shook her head, her mind made up. "Jeff." She grabbed his face, shaking his head slightly, trying to force him to look at her. His eyes bolted open. "Listen. I need to get you warm quick, ok?"
He nodded unsure of what she was planning on doing. "ccccccccccoooooooold. Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnuuuuuuuuummmmmmmb."
She pulled down the blankets, exposing his bare chest and sweatpants. She looked at him, her eyes piercing his. "You trust me, right?" He nodded and Lita noticed his shaking quickened. She exhaled, clearing her thoughts then sat, straddling his hips. She pulled her shirt over her head then grabbed the blankets behind her. She lay down on his chest, pulling the blankets over herself, hoping that her body heat could quickly satisfy his body's need for warmth.
He held her against him under the covers, his frozen arms wrapping around her body. Even though Jeff's body was quivering from the cold, his head and heart were quivering from what she was doing and what he was feeling. Her skin touching his drove him mad. But her intentions were to keep him from freezing to death. He felt her snuggle further into him, her hands slowly caressing and rubbing his chest then moving up his arms and back around again. "Thank yoouuuuuuuuu." She's killing him. Her hands, her skin, that hair…it's killing him.
She nuzzled further into him. God, he felt good. Lita knew he needed the immediate warmth. She also knew the feelings this arose in her. And this probably was something she shouldn't be doing. But he felt good. His arms, comforting and safe. His hands pressed into her lower back, slowly massaging. Despite his frozen body, Jeff insisted on trying to comfort her as well.
And she didn't mind
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Author: Crimson Coin
Crimson_Coin@yahoo.com
Note: Humour me. The draft ended with a different one then exists in this story. And certain people are not injured, out of commission, or anything else one wants to call it.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Absolutely Nothing. The WWE got them.
Spoilers: Unknown as of yet, however, if you don't watch wrestling, you probably won't be reading this.
Summery: I'm really bad at these so let's just say there are wrestlers and outstanding situations that usually have them getting screwed. (Definition of screwed is also still pending.)
Rating: I have no clue. PG13 to R…it'll depend on my mood during the writing and definite adult situations in later chapters. But should not be read by children, furry animals, The Jedi Council, or the Elderly, as it may invoke a heart attack; loss of the Force, Schwartz, hair, sanity…you get the picture.
TimeLine: Definate March 2003
Distribution: Just ask
Pointless rambling concluded…on with the story.
It was late; so late that the clerk at the hotel desk seemed to have dosed off. Matt, Trish and Jeff walked up the stairs. At the second floor, Matt and Trish split off and headed towards their room, while Jeff continued up one more flight of stairs. He looked down at the redhead in his arms. She curled into his chest, her arms instinctively holding onto him. He reached the third/top level, turned and backed through the door, so as not to wake the sleeping woman in his arms. She stirred slightly at the jolt but easily settled back against him.
"Now this is going to be interesting." Jeff said as he approached the door, completely aware that accessing the key card in his pocket would be next to impossible without disturbing Lita.
Now what was that? His leg…the pocket, and up came Lita's hand with the keycard in it. "Is this what you need?" She said smugly, but still keeping her eyes closed.
"And how long have we been awake?"
Lita shifted out of his arms, standing now on her own. "Long enough to truly enjoy the doorstep delivery service."
He slid the key through the door and shot her a glance. "Uh huh."
She followed him in and turned on the light. "But your heart seemed so contented on your job, I just couldn't object." He flopped down on the bed and somehow managed to kick off his shoes before his back hit the mattress. She smiled. "Just make yourself at home."
The younger Hardy brother lifted his arms over his head, bending at the elbows so his hands acted as a self-made pillow. "That's always the plan, Red."
She rolled her eyes, then. "Yeah, well, I'm going to go change. I'll be right back." She walked to the bathroom and closed the door behind.
Jeff exhaled. Jesus, she could really work him up. Now all he had to do was calm down so she didn't notice how worked up she could actually get him. He rolled off the bed and clumsily let himself fall to the floor with a thud.
"Jeff," she called from the bathroom. "If you insist on rolling off the bed like you always do, could you please try to bounce. The 'thud' is always assaulting to those beneath us."
He smiled, knowing she was probably smiling in there too. He slowly walked towards the floor to ceiling sliding glass door and opened it. Fresh air. Yes, Fresh air would help.
"Sweet Jesus." He cursed as he quickly closed the door. Needless to say Calgary, Alberta on a March night is a Nuclear winter. He shrugged, quickly opened the door, stepped out and closed it behind him. If a cold shower was out of the question, then an arctic blast should certainly do the trick. But one thing he didn't realize, the cold is nice now…but he was too preoccupied to have heard the auto lock system on the balcony door.
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Lita glanced at herself in the mirror. She tilted her head left then right, stretching her neck. She ran her fingers through her hair. "You know, a shower would be nice right about now." She said to herself. Lita pulled her shirt over her head and wiggled out of her jeans. She let her lingerie drop to the floor then turned on the shower.
She stepped in, allowing the water to beat against her face and chest. It felt good, soothing. After such a busy day and with all the excitement, it's nice to just let go and relax.
+++
Jeff rhythmically tapped his fingers on the railing. He knew no good could come of this situation. He's in love with his best friend and now he's spending the night with her in a hotel room with only one bed. He wouldn't do anything. In his mind he knew he couldn't betray what they have by doing anything. Yes, he trusted his head. His body, on the other hand, is a different story. He looked to the sky, only to have two drops hit him on the forehead.
"That's right." He taunted the sky. "God would piss on my head now."
And as if taking a cue, the sky opened, and the downpour began. "Maybe I should've rephrased that." Jeff quickly turned to get out of the rain, but the door's locked. He couldn't remember locking it. He pulled again, no use. The door wouldn't budge, and he really didn't like the idea of picking up the tab for breaking back in. Despite the bitter cold and the freezing rain, he decided to wait for Lita to come out. He was already shivering; tee shirt, jeans, but barefoot. 'Damn, Li, hurry up.' He thought as he rubbed his arms with his hands.
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She stepped out of shower and dried off. As she scratched the excess water from her hair, she smiled. God, had she needed that. Every once in a while, a girl needed a thirty-minute shower to relax. She pulled up her sweat pants, jumping so they could slide over her hips. She picked up her sports bra and tee shirt and pulled them over her head. Lita placed her hand over the doorknob, taking one last turn to inspect the bathroom before she left. Satisfied that the bathroom was in good condition, she flicked the switch and walked out.
"Jeff?" she called. Where is he? She glanced around the room. "Jeff."
She walked further into the room and noticed the drawn shades. It was pouring outside; he couldn't be out there. But where else could he be? She opened the door and outside she saw Jeff huddled on the ground, his arms wrapped around his legs. "Oh God, Jeff!" Lita ran to his side and helped him stand. He leaned against her as she slowly led him back into the room. "How long have you been out there?"
"Si…Si…Since you've be…be…been in the ba…ba…ba…bathroom." He stuttered.
Lita took him to the bed and forced him to lie down. His clothes were soaked through and his skin had already begun to turn blue. "Come here." She demanded as she sat him up and took off his shirt. His shivers worsened. She ran to the other side of the room and grabbed an old pair of sweatpants from his bag. When she returned his eyes locked on hers. "We have to get you out of these wet clothes." She explained as she ripped his jeans off, then quickly pulled the dry sweats up, him lifting his hips off the bed to make it easier.
His teeth chattered. "Th…th…thanks."
Lita smiled at him as she pulled down the covers and quickly put them over his shivering body. She sat on the bed next to him, rubbing his leg. "Alright. How's that?"
"It's co…co…colder then eveeerrrrrrrrrrrrr."
After a few minutes he looked worse. His color continued to fade and even the entire room seemed to be getting colder. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as his teeth chattered together. "Jeff." Lita said, standing up to look at the young man's face. She brushed a hand down his cheek. My God, he's still freezing. She shook his shoulders. "Jeff, look at me. Come on, babe…look at me. Can you open your eyes?"
"Sooooo cooooooooold." He managed to say but still couldn't stop shaking or even look at her.
Lita shook her head, her mind made up. "Jeff." She grabbed his face, shaking his head slightly, trying to force him to look at her. His eyes bolted open. "Listen. I need to get you warm quick, ok?"
He nodded unsure of what she was planning on doing. "ccccccccccoooooooold. Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnuuuuuuuuummmmmmmb."
She pulled down the blankets, exposing his bare chest and sweatpants. She looked at him, her eyes piercing his. "You trust me, right?" He nodded and Lita noticed his shaking quickened. She exhaled, clearing her thoughts then sat, straddling his hips. She pulled her shirt over her head then grabbed the blankets behind her. She lay down on his chest, pulling the blankets over herself, hoping that her body heat could quickly satisfy his body's need for warmth.
He held her against him under the covers, his frozen arms wrapping around her body. Even though Jeff's body was quivering from the cold, his head and heart were quivering from what she was doing and what he was feeling. Her skin touching his drove him mad. But her intentions were to keep him from freezing to death. He felt her snuggle further into him, her hands slowly caressing and rubbing his chest then moving up his arms and back around again. "Thank yoouuuuuuuuu." She's killing him. Her hands, her skin, that hair…it's killing him.
She nuzzled further into him. God, he felt good. Lita knew he needed the immediate warmth. She also knew the feelings this arose in her. And this probably was something she shouldn't be doing. But he felt good. His arms, comforting and safe. His hands pressed into her lower back, slowly massaging. Despite his frozen body, Jeff insisted on trying to comfort her as well.
And she didn't mind
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