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.
10 MONTHS LATER
Lita sat alone in her home. They had all worked so hard to regain everything they once
had. And it looked like finally, they all got it. Jeff was the eternal friend he always was,
Adam was the brother she never had, Jericho was…well Jericho.
She sighed, looking to the clock. It was 9:00 on a Saturday night and she was home
alone. Christian had gone to his mother's earlier that day, saying she wasn't feeling well
and he needed to take care of her. She wanted to go but he insisted she stay home; he
didn't want her getting sick. She worried about his mother. And Lita felt almost useless,
sitting alone while he slaved over his family like that.
A knock on the door dragged Lita from her thoughts. She pulled herself off the couch
and opened the door, a group of well-dressed wrestlers greeting her.
"Lita, honey, hurry get changed." An ecstatic Matt Hardy said as he pushed his way into
her house, the others following close at heel.
"Yeah come on." Torrie coaxed. "We're all going clubbing. Hurry up."
Lita smiled as they filed into her house, noting the difference in style. Jericho, Helms,
Test, Stacy – Test's new love interest, Jeff… her eyes stopped on him and scanned him,
head to toe. It had taken a while, but his hair was already just below his ears and he'd
grown back that stripped beard thing he loved so much. Lita shook her head, unsure of
why Jeff looked so good to her all of a sudden and looked to Matt. "Guys, I'm not
dressed for clubbing. You go on without me."
Jeff shook his head, smiling and grabbing her hand, pulling her towards the stairs. "No
way. You're coming with us. Now let's go. You've been inside this house for the last
few days and we're going out."
Stacy laughed, grabbing the redhead's other hand and pulling her up the stairs. "Yes,
let's go. And don't make me dress you."
Lita pulled her hands away, surrendering as she continued up the stairs. "Anything but
that. Please. I'll go. Just don't dress me. That last time was more then enough in my
book."
+++
After an hour, Lita walked back down the stairs and into her living room where all
awaited. "Ok, I'm ready. How do I look?"
The group turned, looking at the redhead. Male jaws dropped at the sight and Lita
blushed, looking down a moment. "God Damn" a voice mumbled, but no one really
knew who said it. Torrie slapped Matt on the arm, closing the elder Hardy's mouth for
him. Everyone else seemed to follow suit, straightening their appearance. Well, all
accept for Jeff that is.
Lita continued into the room. "I take it that I look ok then." Her eyes fell on Jeff and she
smiled at his still stunned reaction.
Chris nudged the Hardy with his elbow, hoping to break the kid from his trance. Didn't
work. He leaned over, whispering so only Jeff could hear him. "If you don't snap out of
it, you're gonna show."
Jeff shook his head, clearing his throat. "Uh…Yeah. You look…fine. Just fine." He
clapped his hands, meeting the eyes of anyone in the room accept Lita at the moment.
"So, let's go."
As the younger Hardy walked to the door, the laughter echoed behind him.
+++
They'd been at the club a couple of hours, and the night was just starting to heat up. Test
had disappeared with Stacy about twenty minutes earlier, and no one had seen them
since. The group now sat at a large table in the corner of the crowded club. Jeff leaned
over towards Lita. "Do you want another drink?"
The redhead shook her head. "I'm done for the night. Thanks anyway."
Jeff nodded, looking over as his brother led Torrie out onto the dance floor. Jericho and
Helms were making friendly with two girls at the bar. And now just the two of them
stayed seated. Lita nudged his arm. "If you wanna go see if you can go pick someone
up, I don't care. I'm fine just sitting here."
Jeff shook his head. "Not gonna happen."
"Suit yourself." She said shrugging.
After a minute, Jeff scooted out of the booth reaching for Lita's hand. She looked up at
him, slightly confused. He only smiled. "Come on, dance with me."
Lita froze a moment. Jeff wanted to dance with her? Granted she hadn't really clubbed
in such a long time and the offer was so enticing. But club dancing? That always got
so…physical. So…intimate. And why did she care all of a sudden? She had no reason
to get anxious. This was Jeff. Hell, and she came for a good time and that's damn well
what she was going to have. She smiled back at him, accepting his hand and letting him
lead her onto the dance floor.
As he walked out, he exhaled a few times, trying to control his thoughts. 'Alright.' He
thought. 'Just relax.'
When he felt they were out far enough, he quickly turned, grabbing her around the waist
and pulling her flush against him, settling his leg between hers. "Bet you weren't ready
for this?"
Lita gasped at the sensation, unsure of the sudden quiver in her stomach. But Jeff held
her to him, his one arm wrapped around her waist, keeping her lower body fitted securely
against his as he began to move with the music. He slowly ran his free hand over her
cheek then down her arm eventually entwining his fingers with hers, then brought her
hand to his lips, kissing the back. She gulped as her wide eyes locked on the intensity in
his. He only smiled warmly and brought her hand around his neck.
She snapped back, realizing he wanted her arm around him and shook off the charged
feeling she got. She was a married woman for crying out loud. Not like Christian always
acted like a married man…but... Oh hell, screw it. She was going to have fun tonight.
Plus this was Jeff. Not like it was some random lush from the bar.
Jeff tensed slightly, feeling her cold reaction, but she smiled back at him, and he relaxed.
She pulled his head closer to her and he leaned down, realizing she wanted to say
something. He turned his head, bringing his ear only inches from her mouth. His eyes
widened as he felt her other hand pushing into his lower back, bringing him closer to her.
She laughed at his reaction. "Let's see what you can do."
Jeff pulled away looking her in the eye. Damn, he didn't know how long he could hold
out. But screw that. This is what he always wanted. And he'd show her exactly what
she was looking for. He grinned. "Just remember…you asked for it."
+++
Jeff was lost. With Lita in his arms moving against him on this dance floor, he didn't
care about anything else. He didn't want the night to end. He looked down at her,
watching as her long red hair flipped back and forth as she moved with him. He breathed
sharply as she grabbed the waist of his pants, holding herself to him. When she looked
up, her eyes meeting his, she only smiled. Jeff grunted, his mind really starting to fly
now.
"Hey, Jeff."
Jeff looked around, spotting his brother behind him from the corner of his eye. He never
loosened his hold on Lita, but he leaned back slightly.
Lita looked up, watching as Jeff listened to his brother. An angered expression fell onto
the Hardy's face as he stretched his neck to look across the club. Her eyes followed his,
trying to look to where his attention had been drawn. Jeff looked back to his brother the
elder almost calming his brother down. Jeff shook his head then turned to Lita, meeting
her eyes. "What is it?" she asked.
He tightened his hold, trailing a hand down her back and settling on her hips. "Nothing.
Don't worry about it."
Her confused gaze remained locked on his, trying to read what it was that he was just
told. She could see it. She saw the anger, the aggression, the need to… her eyes
widened. It was the same look. Her wedding day. That same look graced his face after
he punched Christian. That same rage, the same…
Lita's eyes fired as she forcefully broke away from Jeff, heading in the direction of where
his attention had been focused not two minutes earlier. "LITA, WAIT!" he called trying
to reach for her. But she was smaller and faster and easily slipped through the crowd.
As she finally broke past the wall of bodies, her eyes scanned the scene in front of her.
Her eyes widened and she couldn't stop the immediate tears from forming in her eyes.
But she couldn't look away. Her eyes fixated at a single point…
Christian sitting in the booth and another woman jamming her tongue down his throat.
+++
Jeff saw the flashing red just in front of him as Lita violently flipped her hair back.
"YOU SON OF A BITCH!" she yelled.
Jeff's heart sunk to around his knees at the sound of her voice. The pain masked in anger
nearly killed him. He pushed through the rest of the crowd, noting what occurrence
stimulated her emotion. He'd known since Matt pointed it out earlier, and God how he
wanted to just bring her over there to show her. But…he knew the pain she'd feel. And
despite his attempt to keep her away, it didn't work.
"I can't believe you! I can't believe you." She screamed as Christian pushed the brunette
off his lap and eased out of the booth.
He reached for her. "Look, baby. Just calm down."
She furrowed her brow, pulling away from him harshly and stumbling back into Jeff. At
the impact she jumped, quickly looking back and seeing the younger Hardy, a pained
look on his face as well. She sniffed and looked back to Christian. The blonde man
sighed and reached for the redhead again.
When Lita flinched, Jeff pushed her behind him. "She doesn't want you to touch her. So
I wouldn't if I were you."
Lita wiped her eyes, quickly trying to regain her composure to face her husband. When
she looked up and exhaled, she saw Torrie rushing to her from the bar. Lita pushed past
Jeff, facing off with Christian again. "How could you? Just answer me, how could
you?"
Christian held up his hands submissively. "Look, she kissed me. I had nothing to do
with that. I did nothing wrong. I didn't provoke her and she just had so much liquor, she
decided to lay one on me."
"Bullshit!" Lita spat back. "You were kissing her back. I saw you. Why are you lying to
me? Is this the first time? How many other lies have you told me?" She felt Torrie lay
her hand on her shoulder, and the redhead broke down, crying into her hands. Torrie's
eyes met Jeff's then she led the crying diva away and out the door.
Jeff's hatred immediately focused on Christian. And he smiled. "I told you. She was
bound to find out. You son of a bitch, you deserved this."
Matt and Helms walked to Jeff's side and when Christian threw a punch, Matt jumping in
to block it. As Matt and Christian exchanged blows, Helms reached out, holding Jeff
back and met the Hardy's eyes. "Go to her. We'll take care of this."
Jeff nodded, making his way through the crowd and out the door.
Once outside Jeff quickly pulled out his cell phone, dialing the number for Torrie's cell.
As he held the phone to his ear, he prayed she had the thing on and that she'd answer it.
"Hey, it's me. Where are you…yeah…take her to my place…I'm serious. I don't think
taking her home is a good idea. She'd feel better some place familiar…Yeah I know.
Just do it, please. I'll beat you there anyway…" Jeff smiled. "I have my bike…Trust
me…I'll get there first…ok thanks…bye."
***Between work and everything else going on at home, its taking me a little longer to
post these. But I swear they're coming. And the others will be up very very shortly.
Please Read and Review, thanks for the time and the comments. – C.C.***
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.
10 MONTHS LATER
Lita sat alone in her home. They had all worked so hard to regain everything they once
had. And it looked like finally, they all got it. Jeff was the eternal friend he always was,
Adam was the brother she never had, Jericho was…well Jericho.
She sighed, looking to the clock. It was 9:00 on a Saturday night and she was home
alone. Christian had gone to his mother's earlier that day, saying she wasn't feeling well
and he needed to take care of her. She wanted to go but he insisted she stay home; he
didn't want her getting sick. She worried about his mother. And Lita felt almost useless,
sitting alone while he slaved over his family like that.
A knock on the door dragged Lita from her thoughts. She pulled herself off the couch
and opened the door, a group of well-dressed wrestlers greeting her.
"Lita, honey, hurry get changed." An ecstatic Matt Hardy said as he pushed his way into
her house, the others following close at heel.
"Yeah come on." Torrie coaxed. "We're all going clubbing. Hurry up."
Lita smiled as they filed into her house, noting the difference in style. Jericho, Helms,
Test, Stacy – Test's new love interest, Jeff… her eyes stopped on him and scanned him,
head to toe. It had taken a while, but his hair was already just below his ears and he'd
grown back that stripped beard thing he loved so much. Lita shook her head, unsure of
why Jeff looked so good to her all of a sudden and looked to Matt. "Guys, I'm not
dressed for clubbing. You go on without me."
Jeff shook his head, smiling and grabbing her hand, pulling her towards the stairs. "No
way. You're coming with us. Now let's go. You've been inside this house for the last
few days and we're going out."
Stacy laughed, grabbing the redhead's other hand and pulling her up the stairs. "Yes,
let's go. And don't make me dress you."
Lita pulled her hands away, surrendering as she continued up the stairs. "Anything but
that. Please. I'll go. Just don't dress me. That last time was more then enough in my
book."
+++
After an hour, Lita walked back down the stairs and into her living room where all
awaited. "Ok, I'm ready. How do I look?"
The group turned, looking at the redhead. Male jaws dropped at the sight and Lita
blushed, looking down a moment. "God Damn" a voice mumbled, but no one really
knew who said it. Torrie slapped Matt on the arm, closing the elder Hardy's mouth for
him. Everyone else seemed to follow suit, straightening their appearance. Well, all
accept for Jeff that is.
Lita continued into the room. "I take it that I look ok then." Her eyes fell on Jeff and she
smiled at his still stunned reaction.
Chris nudged the Hardy with his elbow, hoping to break the kid from his trance. Didn't
work. He leaned over, whispering so only Jeff could hear him. "If you don't snap out of
it, you're gonna show."
Jeff shook his head, clearing his throat. "Uh…Yeah. You look…fine. Just fine." He
clapped his hands, meeting the eyes of anyone in the room accept Lita at the moment.
"So, let's go."
As the younger Hardy walked to the door, the laughter echoed behind him.
+++
They'd been at the club a couple of hours, and the night was just starting to heat up. Test
had disappeared with Stacy about twenty minutes earlier, and no one had seen them
since. The group now sat at a large table in the corner of the crowded club. Jeff leaned
over towards Lita. "Do you want another drink?"
The redhead shook her head. "I'm done for the night. Thanks anyway."
Jeff nodded, looking over as his brother led Torrie out onto the dance floor. Jericho and
Helms were making friendly with two girls at the bar. And now just the two of them
stayed seated. Lita nudged his arm. "If you wanna go see if you can go pick someone
up, I don't care. I'm fine just sitting here."
Jeff shook his head. "Not gonna happen."
"Suit yourself." She said shrugging.
After a minute, Jeff scooted out of the booth reaching for Lita's hand. She looked up at
him, slightly confused. He only smiled. "Come on, dance with me."
Lita froze a moment. Jeff wanted to dance with her? Granted she hadn't really clubbed
in such a long time and the offer was so enticing. But club dancing? That always got
so…physical. So…intimate. And why did she care all of a sudden? She had no reason
to get anxious. This was Jeff. Hell, and she came for a good time and that's damn well
what she was going to have. She smiled back at him, accepting his hand and letting him
lead her onto the dance floor.
As he walked out, he exhaled a few times, trying to control his thoughts. 'Alright.' He
thought. 'Just relax.'
When he felt they were out far enough, he quickly turned, grabbing her around the waist
and pulling her flush against him, settling his leg between hers. "Bet you weren't ready
for this?"
Lita gasped at the sensation, unsure of the sudden quiver in her stomach. But Jeff held
her to him, his one arm wrapped around her waist, keeping her lower body fitted securely
against his as he began to move with the music. He slowly ran his free hand over her
cheek then down her arm eventually entwining his fingers with hers, then brought her
hand to his lips, kissing the back. She gulped as her wide eyes locked on the intensity in
his. He only smiled warmly and brought her hand around his neck.
She snapped back, realizing he wanted her arm around him and shook off the charged
feeling she got. She was a married woman for crying out loud. Not like Christian always
acted like a married man…but... Oh hell, screw it. She was going to have fun tonight.
Plus this was Jeff. Not like it was some random lush from the bar.
Jeff tensed slightly, feeling her cold reaction, but she smiled back at him, and he relaxed.
She pulled his head closer to her and he leaned down, realizing she wanted to say
something. He turned his head, bringing his ear only inches from her mouth. His eyes
widened as he felt her other hand pushing into his lower back, bringing him closer to her.
She laughed at his reaction. "Let's see what you can do."
Jeff pulled away looking her in the eye. Damn, he didn't know how long he could hold
out. But screw that. This is what he always wanted. And he'd show her exactly what
she was looking for. He grinned. "Just remember…you asked for it."
+++
Jeff was lost. With Lita in his arms moving against him on this dance floor, he didn't
care about anything else. He didn't want the night to end. He looked down at her,
watching as her long red hair flipped back and forth as she moved with him. He breathed
sharply as she grabbed the waist of his pants, holding herself to him. When she looked
up, her eyes meeting his, she only smiled. Jeff grunted, his mind really starting to fly
now.
"Hey, Jeff."
Jeff looked around, spotting his brother behind him from the corner of his eye. He never
loosened his hold on Lita, but he leaned back slightly.
Lita looked up, watching as Jeff listened to his brother. An angered expression fell onto
the Hardy's face as he stretched his neck to look across the club. Her eyes followed his,
trying to look to where his attention had been drawn. Jeff looked back to his brother the
elder almost calming his brother down. Jeff shook his head then turned to Lita, meeting
her eyes. "What is it?" she asked.
He tightened his hold, trailing a hand down her back and settling on her hips. "Nothing.
Don't worry about it."
Her confused gaze remained locked on his, trying to read what it was that he was just
told. She could see it. She saw the anger, the aggression, the need to… her eyes
widened. It was the same look. Her wedding day. That same look graced his face after
he punched Christian. That same rage, the same…
Lita's eyes fired as she forcefully broke away from Jeff, heading in the direction of where
his attention had been focused not two minutes earlier. "LITA, WAIT!" he called trying
to reach for her. But she was smaller and faster and easily slipped through the crowd.
As she finally broke past the wall of bodies, her eyes scanned the scene in front of her.
Her eyes widened and she couldn't stop the immediate tears from forming in her eyes.
But she couldn't look away. Her eyes fixated at a single point…
Christian sitting in the booth and another woman jamming her tongue down his throat.
+++
Jeff saw the flashing red just in front of him as Lita violently flipped her hair back.
"YOU SON OF A BITCH!" she yelled.
Jeff's heart sunk to around his knees at the sound of her voice. The pain masked in anger
nearly killed him. He pushed through the rest of the crowd, noting what occurrence
stimulated her emotion. He'd known since Matt pointed it out earlier, and God how he
wanted to just bring her over there to show her. But…he knew the pain she'd feel. And
despite his attempt to keep her away, it didn't work.
"I can't believe you! I can't believe you." She screamed as Christian pushed the brunette
off his lap and eased out of the booth.
He reached for her. "Look, baby. Just calm down."
She furrowed her brow, pulling away from him harshly and stumbling back into Jeff. At
the impact she jumped, quickly looking back and seeing the younger Hardy, a pained
look on his face as well. She sniffed and looked back to Christian. The blonde man
sighed and reached for the redhead again.
When Lita flinched, Jeff pushed her behind him. "She doesn't want you to touch her. So
I wouldn't if I were you."
Lita wiped her eyes, quickly trying to regain her composure to face her husband. When
she looked up and exhaled, she saw Torrie rushing to her from the bar. Lita pushed past
Jeff, facing off with Christian again. "How could you? Just answer me, how could
you?"
Christian held up his hands submissively. "Look, she kissed me. I had nothing to do
with that. I did nothing wrong. I didn't provoke her and she just had so much liquor, she
decided to lay one on me."
"Bullshit!" Lita spat back. "You were kissing her back. I saw you. Why are you lying to
me? Is this the first time? How many other lies have you told me?" She felt Torrie lay
her hand on her shoulder, and the redhead broke down, crying into her hands. Torrie's
eyes met Jeff's then she led the crying diva away and out the door.
Jeff's hatred immediately focused on Christian. And he smiled. "I told you. She was
bound to find out. You son of a bitch, you deserved this."
Matt and Helms walked to Jeff's side and when Christian threw a punch, Matt jumping in
to block it. As Matt and Christian exchanged blows, Helms reached out, holding Jeff
back and met the Hardy's eyes. "Go to her. We'll take care of this."
Jeff nodded, making his way through the crowd and out the door.
Once outside Jeff quickly pulled out his cell phone, dialing the number for Torrie's cell.
As he held the phone to his ear, he prayed she had the thing on and that she'd answer it.
"Hey, it's me. Where are you…yeah…take her to my place…I'm serious. I don't think
taking her home is a good idea. She'd feel better some place familiar…Yeah I know.
Just do it, please. I'll beat you there anyway…" Jeff smiled. "I have my bike…Trust
me…I'll get there first…ok thanks…bye."
***Between work and everything else going on at home, its taking me a little longer to
post these. But I swear they're coming. And the others will be up very very shortly.
Please Read and Review, thanks for the time and the comments. – C.C.***