Livin' on the Edge
Author: Crimson Coin
Crimson_Coin@yahoo.com
Rating: PG13 for all the stuff things are rated PG13 though there is some harsh language. Rating will change to R later when things get too racy.
Summery: Uhm.unexpected turns in events lead to . well . lots of crappy situations. Yeah I know, not too good. But give it a shot. Come on.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. And when I say nothing, I really mean nothing. Hell, my floppy disk was swiped from the school's computer lab. So the superstar's belong to the WWF. It's WWF FOREVER!
TimeLine: really makes no difference.
Distribution: Just ask me.
On with the story already.
Lita sat in the bathroom, her knees pulled tightly against her chest. She didn't know why.but she couldn't help the shudders from coursing through her body. Six inch knives. They had six inch knives on them. And what if one of them managed to shove one into Jeff. She didn't know what she'd do.
She looked up at the sound of laughter from the other room. A frown marred her face as she reached up for a rubber band, tying back her red hair so it didn't hang on her neck. How could they take it so lightly? She understood Jeff. He never took anything seriously.well most things. And she supposed if he didn't laugh about it, he'd probably be traumatized. But why the others? They didn't seem worried in the least.
Lita sighed. Why was it she was the only one remotely frightened by this? When she saw his bike skid out on that sand, her heart leapt into her throat. God, the thought of him being hurt just scared her to death.
She furrowed her brow. But why did she feel this way? When he first saw her after being released, why did her stomach flutter so? Why did her heart pound so quickly when he looked at her? Why did her skin crawl when he ran to her and hugged her, lifting her into the air?
She was pulled from her thoughts at the sound of laughing outside the bathroom and a door closing. Then silence.
She waited a moment then heard a soft knock on the door. "What'd you want?" Her voice never sounded that insecure before.
"Baby, it's me. Can I come in?"
"No one's stopping you." She replied, coolly.
The door slowly opened and Jeff stepped in, his eyes instantly finding her on the floor. "Oh, Lita."
When he kneeled on the floor, she looked up at him. "It's not that funny, you know."
"I'm so sorry." He said, reaching out to touch her cheek. "I didn't mean to frighten you. It just *is* kind of funny if you really think about it."
She shook her head, pulling away. "No, it's not. They had knives and the accident. You could've died, Jeff. How is that funny?"
Jeff smiled, as he sat next to Lita, urging her to sit in his lap. She resisted at first but then allowed it. And Jeff gasped when her hands rested on his bare chest. Damn, he knew he forgot something. He took some slow breaths, trying to ignore the way his muscles jumped at her touch. "I'll tell you how it's funny."
She shook her head against him, nestling further into his arms. "It's not. You could be dead. You could be unconscious or."
"But I'm not." Jeff said, tucking her head under his chin and wrapping his arms tightly around her. "Look sweetheart, you know me, right?" He felt her nod. "You actually know me damn well. Which means you know that I see the good in every situation."
She didn't say anything but only absently twirled his chest hair around her finger. He expelled a breath before continuing. "So think of all the plusses that came out of this. I can confidently say that my bike is not a 'pussy bike' considering my 'pussy bike' out ran their apparent 'not so pussy' bikes."
Lita couldn't hold back the laugh. "No you certainly don't have a pussy bike."
Jeff smiled, happy that she seemed to lighten. "And how many people can say that they flew fifty feet over their handle bars and walked away from it. I don't know too many people who can claim that. And so I have a criminal record. Big deal. And you can't tell me you don't see the humor in the fact that not only are there pool balls bruised into my back, but they are oddly shaped like the Constellation Gemini. Which is sorta ironic in itself."
She pulled back from him, shooting him a glare, but a glare she could only hold for a few seconds before smiling. "I hate you, you know. Why is it I can never stay mad at you?"
"Because I'm just that damn loveable." Jeff answered, a winning grin on his face.
And he was rewarded by Lita's laughter as she leaned forward and wrapped her arms around his neck. "I'm just glad you're ok." She whispered. "I don't know what I'd do if something ever happened to you."
Jeff pulled her closer, lowering his head and placing a soft kiss on her neck. He felt her quick intake of breath, but refused to release her. "You've got nothing to worry about. I ain't going anywhere as long as I got a say in things."
***I know it's short, but I couldn't really pair it with anything. So a short one for a change. Review away. Heh heh, things getting a little racey huh? ***
Author: Crimson Coin
Crimson_Coin@yahoo.com
Rating: PG13 for all the stuff things are rated PG13 though there is some harsh language. Rating will change to R later when things get too racy.
Summery: Uhm.unexpected turns in events lead to . well . lots of crappy situations. Yeah I know, not too good. But give it a shot. Come on.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. And when I say nothing, I really mean nothing. Hell, my floppy disk was swiped from the school's computer lab. So the superstar's belong to the WWF. It's WWF FOREVER!
TimeLine: really makes no difference.
Distribution: Just ask me.
On with the story already.
Lita sat in the bathroom, her knees pulled tightly against her chest. She didn't know why.but she couldn't help the shudders from coursing through her body. Six inch knives. They had six inch knives on them. And what if one of them managed to shove one into Jeff. She didn't know what she'd do.
She looked up at the sound of laughter from the other room. A frown marred her face as she reached up for a rubber band, tying back her red hair so it didn't hang on her neck. How could they take it so lightly? She understood Jeff. He never took anything seriously.well most things. And she supposed if he didn't laugh about it, he'd probably be traumatized. But why the others? They didn't seem worried in the least.
Lita sighed. Why was it she was the only one remotely frightened by this? When she saw his bike skid out on that sand, her heart leapt into her throat. God, the thought of him being hurt just scared her to death.
She furrowed her brow. But why did she feel this way? When he first saw her after being released, why did her stomach flutter so? Why did her heart pound so quickly when he looked at her? Why did her skin crawl when he ran to her and hugged her, lifting her into the air?
She was pulled from her thoughts at the sound of laughing outside the bathroom and a door closing. Then silence.
She waited a moment then heard a soft knock on the door. "What'd you want?" Her voice never sounded that insecure before.
"Baby, it's me. Can I come in?"
"No one's stopping you." She replied, coolly.
The door slowly opened and Jeff stepped in, his eyes instantly finding her on the floor. "Oh, Lita."
When he kneeled on the floor, she looked up at him. "It's not that funny, you know."
"I'm so sorry." He said, reaching out to touch her cheek. "I didn't mean to frighten you. It just *is* kind of funny if you really think about it."
She shook her head, pulling away. "No, it's not. They had knives and the accident. You could've died, Jeff. How is that funny?"
Jeff smiled, as he sat next to Lita, urging her to sit in his lap. She resisted at first but then allowed it. And Jeff gasped when her hands rested on his bare chest. Damn, he knew he forgot something. He took some slow breaths, trying to ignore the way his muscles jumped at her touch. "I'll tell you how it's funny."
She shook her head against him, nestling further into his arms. "It's not. You could be dead. You could be unconscious or."
"But I'm not." Jeff said, tucking her head under his chin and wrapping his arms tightly around her. "Look sweetheart, you know me, right?" He felt her nod. "You actually know me damn well. Which means you know that I see the good in every situation."
She didn't say anything but only absently twirled his chest hair around her finger. He expelled a breath before continuing. "So think of all the plusses that came out of this. I can confidently say that my bike is not a 'pussy bike' considering my 'pussy bike' out ran their apparent 'not so pussy' bikes."
Lita couldn't hold back the laugh. "No you certainly don't have a pussy bike."
Jeff smiled, happy that she seemed to lighten. "And how many people can say that they flew fifty feet over their handle bars and walked away from it. I don't know too many people who can claim that. And so I have a criminal record. Big deal. And you can't tell me you don't see the humor in the fact that not only are there pool balls bruised into my back, but they are oddly shaped like the Constellation Gemini. Which is sorta ironic in itself."
She pulled back from him, shooting him a glare, but a glare she could only hold for a few seconds before smiling. "I hate you, you know. Why is it I can never stay mad at you?"
"Because I'm just that damn loveable." Jeff answered, a winning grin on his face.
And he was rewarded by Lita's laughter as she leaned forward and wrapped her arms around his neck. "I'm just glad you're ok." She whispered. "I don't know what I'd do if something ever happened to you."
Jeff pulled her closer, lowering his head and placing a soft kiss on her neck. He felt her quick intake of breath, but refused to release her. "You've got nothing to worry about. I ain't going anywhere as long as I got a say in things."
***I know it's short, but I couldn't really pair it with anything. So a short one for a change. Review away. Heh heh, things getting a little racey huh? ***